- I am an artist and a craftsman. I paint with watercolors, teal and white, and I bend silver to my hands.
- I am capable. I have an eye for hue, for shape, for purpose.
- My father is proud of me. I bear his name, and his blood is within me, and I shall live up to it.
- The world is full of darkness and smoke, and we make beautiful things.
- Nothing will last. Not the land, not the tower, not the fortress—not the trees which give us light nor my grandfather’s sharp grey eyes. By our art we must be remembered, as he is.
- The stronghold falls. I paint with watercolors, blue and black and grey. It is beautiful.
- I can earn my place in the underground city. My hands will show my worth, though my father laughs and tells me not to bother.
- I can please the king, bask in the sunshine-brightness of his gaze, the crystal beauty of his voice. I can catch in silver the kindness he shows me.
- I need not my father’s love. I need not my father’s love. I need not my father’s love.
- The king is dead. I paint with watercolors, orange and yellow and green. It is beautiful.
- I can leave the city, and the shame which follows me, and the ash and blood on my skin. The fall of the city will not touch me. My father’s death will not touch me. I twist braids of silver and gold. I sketch passageways. I cut crystal. Nothing can touch me, for I am of metal and stone, and I do not feel.
- I can build Nargothrond into Eregion’s gardens, her domed temples, her crystal passageways. I keep the ghost by me, and turn to it to a friend.
- I am not my father. I am not my grandfather. I have the love of my kin and quarrel with none. I paint with water colors, indigo and silver. It is beautiful.
- I will make something of this land, and it will last. I need not my name, and yet I will fill it.
- The Valar have chosen me for a reason.
- This is worth the cost. It must be.
- I need not Galadriel’s love; she is headstrong and takes ambition for folly. I need not Elrond’s love; he is kind, yet young and weak yet of spirit, swayed too easily by the king’s word. I need not Gil-galad’s love; he fears anything he cannot control.
- I am capable. I have an eye for spirit, for power, for purpose.
- I know what I am doing.
- I will make something beautiful, and it will last.
- I am an artist and a craftsman. I bend silver to my hands. I paint with watercolors, crimson, and I wait for