/lit/ - Literature

>Brother Sarl finished the fifth page of his mathematical restoration, collapsed over his desk, and died a few hours later. Never mind. His notes were intact. Someone, after a century or two, would come along and find them interesting, would perhaps complete his work. Meanwhile, prayers ascended for the soul of Sarl.

>and in the siege of Eithel Sirion Galdor the tall, Lord of Dor-lómin, was slain by an arrow