The elf woman is pale, tense, the trembling of her voice undeniably afraid, but her eyes glitter with determination and her back ramrod straight. “Show .. Show me where your eastern troops are.” //Nisalarce (peopleofhimring)

@peopleofhimring “Oh little one… do you not know where you are? Do you know not to whom you speak?”

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“I am bound by enchantment to show you what you desire, but what then? How long do you think I will suffer you to bear that knowledge? Are you Luthien? Will you dance your way out of Angband on swift silver feet? There are no little birds to save you, child.

Perhaps I will tell you the truth, only to empty your brains and fill you with false knowledge of my own design, and send you scurrying home. Perhaps I’ll do no such thing, but you will believe I have, and so tell no one. 

Will you know the difference? 

There are orcs two thousand strong strung like pearls throughout the mountains of Ladros, waiting in stealth to take the Pass of Anglond. 

Now you show me: how quickly canst thou fly?”

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