Maidros the chief of Feanor’s sons did deeds of surpassing valour, and
the Orcs could not endure the light of his face; for since his torment
upon Thangorodrim his spirit burned like a white fire within, and he was
as one that returneth from the dead, keen and terrible; and they fled
[J.R.R. Tolkien; Quenta Silmarillion; §14]
“I am like a burglar that can’t get away, but must go on miserably burgling the same house day after day,” he thought. “This is the dreariest and dullest part of all this wretched, tiresome, uncomfortable adventure! I wish I was back in my hobbit-hole by my own warm fireside with the lamp shining!” He often wished, too, that he could get a message for help sent to the wizard, but that of course was quite impossible; and soon he realised that if anything was to be done, it would have to be done by Mr Baggins, alone and unaided.
Bilbo Baggins da The Hobbit, John Ronald Reuel Tolkien