Firstly, I would like to know who thou art to be demanding answers of me. Which power does my lady serve and who might her nephew be? I would remember a half-maia under my knife if I’d had one.
“He wasn’t half-maia. His cousin, my daughter was. I believe she went by the name I gave her then, Mormiriel. Her cousin was Tyelpe, my nephew.”
“Which power? My dear, I’ll keep that to myself, but as one of the boy’s last living relatives I think I have a right to as such questions, Sauron.”
“Forgive me for questioning why a mourning relative should wish to know such things. Did I enjoy torturing my apprentice, my friend of nearly 200 years? No. But it was necessary, and tactically expedient.
Your nephew fell under the wheels of machinations greater than himself, like so many poor fools before him. That is all I have to say on the matter.”
“I learned the mourning is futile after awhile. It doesn’t bring them back. It certainly doesn’t bring my husband nor your lover back now does it?”
“Right. I suppose you would say he is a fool like Feanor and Curufin before him, no?”
“So you’ve come simply to provoke me. I see.
You do him a great disservice comparing him to his father, who produced nothing but political dissent and bloodshed. As for his grandfather, who took little responsibility for his actions and estranged those around him, I think there is little comparison. Tyelpë was kinder and more talented than either.
But as you wish only to buzz round me like a gadfly, I am not inclined to bandy opinions with you– get out, or I will swat you like the insect you are.”
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