[The ghost of a smile flits across Galadriel's lips and she nods.]
"Aure entuluva." [The old battle cry comes to mind. She had not heard it from the lips of Húrin, but the tale was well known among Men and Elves.] "Day will come again."
[Of course, the night may still be long, as the tragedy that befell the man who spoke those words aptly demonstrates.]
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"Aure entuluva." [The old battle cry comes to mind. She had not heard it from the lips of Húrin, but the tale was well known among Men and Elves.] "Day will come again."
[Of course, the night may still be long, as the tragedy that befell the man who spoke those words aptly demonstrates.]