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Feb 03, 2023 9:02 AM
the children of hurin, but gayer
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"It's not for everyone."

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"...People seem to think it should be..."

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"People think a lot of stuff. Not all of it is true."

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"You can talk for me, then."

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"Thanks."

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"...Lalaith didn't start the fight."

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"What happened?"

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"Saeros tried to sneak up on her. He had his sword drawn. She was just - sitting there."

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"That's evil."

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"...Yeah."

"She didn't kill him, though. Just knocked him down and embarrassed him. She said - something about something he'd said about her mother."

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"So she was just defending herself."

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"Yeah."

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"People definitely need to know that."

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"Can you tell them?"

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"Yeah. I will."

"Do you think you could come with me, in case there are more questions?"

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"...Maybe."

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"You don't have to talk to anyone but me if you don't want to."

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"...That might be okay."

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"Great!"

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Back to Menegroth, then? 

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Yeah. They've got evidence to introduce.

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Thingol listens solemnly to the update, and asks a few clarifying questions, then settles back to think. 

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Impatient wiggling is probably bad form right, these Elves are all dignified and regal and look like they've never wiggled a day in their life.

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At last he turns to another elf, Mablung, saying: "It is strange to me that Lalaith said nothing of this to you."

"Yet she did not," says Mablung, "Or I should have recounted it. And otherwise should I have spoken to her at our parting."

'And otherwise shall my doom now be," says Thingol. "Hear me! Such fault as can be found in Lalaith I now pardon, holding her wronged and provoked. And since it was indeed, as she said, one of my council who so misused her, she shall not seek for this pardon, but I will send it to her, wherever she may be found; and I will recall her in honour to my halls."

But on hearing this, suddenly Nellas begins to weep, and cries out: "Where can she be found? She has left our land, and the world is wide."

"She shall be sought," says Thingol.

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"If she lives, I will find her, no matter where she walks. This I swear, my liege."

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