Quote: from J.R.R. Tolkien's The Silmarillion

 

Fëanor was a master of words, and his tongue had great power over hearts when he would use it; and that night he made a speech before the Noldor which they ever remembered. Fierce and few were his words, and filled with anger and pride; and hearing them the Noldor were stirred to madness.

--from The Silmarillion, by J.R.R. Tolkien

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