Morgoth’s Hammer (surrender, gleam, hammer, priorities)

“Do you yield?” Morgoth demanded.

“I will never surrender, foul spawn of the dark!” replied his enemy, the power of Valinor gleaming in his naked blade.

Morgoth raised his mighty black hammer above his head and rushed his opponent: throwing him to the ground.

Elboron sat up, rubbing his head, “You should get your priorities straight, fool! You can’t kill me yet; I have to stab you three times first. Then Fingolfin dies.

“That is no way to address your future king,” said Eldarion snootily. Then he giggled. Besides, you should have seen your face when you hit the ground!”