The Writer's Nook

Our ships slipped into the harbour at Losgar under the endless dark sky. We had seen no light in months, since the destruction of the Trees of Valinor, save for what little was shed upon us by the stars. Only that, and the light from our torches and lamps, was reflected on the surface of the inky, cold water.

( Six brothers, six torches, six ships )

Maedhros
The Silmarillion - Tolkien
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