Folly, she said. Folly it may be. But I must go. I must See. I cannot be true to myself and stay in this gilded cage.
Her ring weighs heavy in my hand. The ring I made and placed on her finger, now returned to me. My own ring mocks me.
I watch her walk away, disappear into the gloom. The gloom of Morgoth. The gloom we have vowed to avenge.
I know I will never see her again through these eyes. Only through Namo’s grace will I be at her side.
Something tells me I will see her again.
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