Source: The Silm
Disclaimer: Tolkien created the Ages of Middle-earth, Kortirion mused on a tiny moment
It’s cold today, the wind rushes towards us with implacable disdain, snapping at banners, buffeting shields, helms... It stings bare flesh, would make a cat’s paw tangle of hair not braided to resist such trivial distractions... but there... I am distracted. There’re few trees to watch on this blistering plain, so I watch my kinsmen – lined up, rank upon rack - waiting.
I’ve found most battles begin with still moments of pure thought – one does not dwell on killing, maiming... the terrible loss of being. One’s thoughts have the crystal purity of untrammelled ice... until battle-heat thaws them to ruin.