I have lived more lifetimes than you will ever see, there is no injustice done if tomorrow I am sent to Mandos. [But for a mortal life to be cut short there was nothing but injustice, a cruelty that could not rightly be put to words. Their lives were already so short, gone in a moment, that to make them shorter was not something she found tolerable.] It is not the same.

All my motivation has fallen beneath the sea or been consumed by wolves and oaths that should never have been sworn. [If he had not vanished, some say tossed himself into a chasm, she could have strangled that pretty neck that belonged to her supposed friend. Just thinking about him now makes her blood boil, that he could bring such wrath upon her people and fail to even collect his precious gem when she had spent centuries being his closest friend. When he had let her think that he saw the value in Doriath, in peace...

She doesn't even notice her nails cutting into her palm or the red that wells there, untended.]

There is nothing in Ennor for me. My trees, my family, my King, my Princess, my Queen, all are fled away or buried. My closest friend might as well have slit my throat while he was helping slit the throat of my second King or letting his children die. What do you really think is out there? Wonders, certainly, but horrors too. And friends who will betray, and love that will die.

I should have stayed with the forest, it is the only place I have ever belonged.

I should have known.