Why, hello again, beautiful! Everyone’s crazy for my smith, but ~surprise!~, you get me instead! Don’t be too put out; you came calling for Doom, and I’ve got just the thing! Here’s a jazzy little number I cooked up for you:
Every time your atrocious brood kills one of my children– be it orc, dragon, or Balrog– I’m going to eat a Noldor captive. That’s right! Whole and wriggling. We’ve got quite a few cluttering up the dungeons these days.
But not too many!
I hate to bring it up, you being a recent widow and all, but we currently have one of your boys in custody. The eldest, I believe? It pains me to say, but I’ll simply have to put him on the menu if we run out of Noldor! And don’t think I don’t have my eye on the rest of the pack– I plan on collecting all seven. I’ll have the two little ones as a set, for brunch.
From one mother to another, you understand, don’t you? Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth, child for a child….
IT’S ONLY FAIR, ISN’T IT? THINK TWICE ABOUT FEUDING WITH ME BEFORE YOU RUN OUT OF FAMILY.
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