[ The smile is sharp and feral, more a baring of teeth than anything pleasant, and the laugh has nothing of joy in it. ]
You speak to the last of Feanor's sons - and we are long familiar with impossible odds. Did we not spend our lives on a hopeless war? But though we lost everything, I will not say it was not well done, that we stood so long against the dark. Of all our deeds, both the great and the terrible, the fact that we tried to hold, I do not regret.
You do not know what may come from your actions. But if you do not plead for them, you are as complicit as our captors, whether or not you succeed.
[ A wry smile ] And I meant it, when I said my life is nothing - I am old, Intercessor, and weary. Truly they told us that we would envy Men. I will not fight, when death comes for me.
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You speak to the last of Feanor's sons - and we are long familiar with impossible odds. Did we not spend our lives on a hopeless war? But though we lost everything, I will not say it was not well done, that we stood so long against the dark. Of all our deeds, both the great and the terrible, the fact that we tried to hold, I do not regret.
You do not know what may come from your actions. But if you do not plead for them, you are as complicit as our captors, whether or not you succeed.
[ A wry smile ] And I meant it, when I said my life is nothing - I am old, Intercessor, and weary. Truly they told us that we would envy Men. I will not fight, when death comes for me.