The Silmarils are unique because they are at once a lantern and a mirror; they receive and they give. But there is very little down here for them to reflect. They love the starlight and moonlight, and I cannot give them those without going outside, where I am not safe.
That is why my throne is surrounded by polished stone and mirrors, to amplify what they give me, and so I can see myself in their light.
And yet, here we are. Me, still alive. You, beautiful as ever, tolerating my existence. It’s almost as if you and I have just enough in common that I can talk my way out of any serious trouble. *beardstroke*
… Perhaps with me. But your number one fear is not so easily dissuaded. And he is much better at persuading me than you are.
“Fear” was perhaps too strong a word…. unease, discomfort, or worried by, those are more accurate. He is a tactical problem, a liability. -You- are a genuine threat. So long as you remain pacified, I can deal with the consequences of a mistrustful old Teler.
Besides, you know reason when you hear it– and is your elf not reasonable? He has not advised you to come rushing after my demise, nor pit your strength against mine. Our truce, however shaky, provides peace in the realm, does it not? He values peace, and I trust you do also… don’t you?
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