Valor

From The Silmarillion, Tolkien writes:

Last of all Húrin stood alone. Then he cast aside his shield, and wielded an axe two-handed; and it is sung that the axe smoked in the black blood of the troll-guard of Gothmog until it withered, and each time that he slew Húrin cried: ‘Aurë entuluva! Day shall come again!’ Seventy times he uttered that cry; but they took him at last alive, by the command of Morgoth, for the Orcs grappled him with their hands, which clung to him still though he hewed off their arms; and ever their numbers were renewed, until at last he fell buried beneath them. Then Gothmog bound him and dragged him to Angband with mockery.

And more is said of Hurin’s courage and steadfastness in the face of pure evil. Never did he relent, but he became even more resilient for the sake of what is noble and good, even under excruciating torment and unto death.

Are you inspired?

For what cause, would you endure this much pain and suffering?

How would you continue to fight though defeat seems imminent?