"Tuor arrayed himself in the hauberk, and set the helm upon his head, and he girt himself with the sword; black were the sheath and belt with clasps of silver. Thus armed he went forth from Turgon's hall, and stood upon the high terraces of Taras in the red light of the sun. None were there to see him, as he gazed westward, gleaming in silver and gold, and he knew not that in that hour he appeared as one of the Mighty of the West, and fit to be the father of the kings of the Kings of Men beyond the Sea, as it was indeed his doom to be "

--Unfinished Tales, Of Tuor and his Coming to Gondolin
--Artist: Luca Michelucci

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