Trever

“At times Amelia found herself struggling to keep up. Which, she reflected, was the difference between a woman who had spent her life out in the open, climbing over rocks and hiking through deserts and jungles, and one who curled up by the fire with a nice cup of tea and a good book. There was no question that she would rather be the latter, had been designed by nature to be the latter, and couldn't wait to get back to it, but Amelia made a mental note that if she got out of this she would take better care of herself in the future.”
― Robin Bailes, The Mummy's Quest

“I've no idea what happened to him, though I guess if you ask around someone might know. I think he's probably dead now." ​"Unfortunate," mused Boris. ​"Certainly for him.”
― Robin Bailes, The Mummy's Quest

“But when Glaurung felt his death-pang, he screamed, and in his dreadful throe he heaved up his bulk and hurled himself across the chasm, and there lay lashing and coiling in his agony. And he set all in a blaze about him, and beat all to ruin, until at last his fires died, and he lay still. Now Gurthang had been wrested from Turambar’s hand in the throe of Glaurung, and it clave to the belly of the dragon. Turambar therefore crossed the water once more, desiring to recover his sword and to look upon his foe; and he found him stretched at his length, and rolled upon one side, and the hilts of Gurthang stood in his belly. Then Turambar seized the hilts and set his foot upon the belly, and cried in mockery of the dragon and his words at Nargothrond: ‘Hail, Worm of Morgoth! Well met again! Die now and the darkness have thee! Thus is Túrin son of Húrin avenged.’ Then he wrenched out the sword, but a spout of black blood followed it, and fell on his hand, and the venom burned it. And thereupon Glaurung opened his eyes and looked upon Turambar with such malice that it smote him as a blow; and by that stroke and the anguish of the venom he fell into a dark swoon, and lay as one dead, and his sword was beneath him.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion

“But Sauron was not of mortal flesh, and though he was robbed now of that shape in which he had wrought so great an evil, so that he could never again appear fair to the eyes of Men, yet his spirit arose out of the deep and passed as a shadow and a black wind over the sea, and came back to Middle-earth and to Mordor that was his home.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion