[She wonders if this is truly Set’s nature. A kinslayer who is unaffected by all, both what he did and how others react to it. Doubt lingers in her mind, but again, she does not know him and she has never known a kinslayer. For all their nearness of location, the sons of Fëanor had never crossed her path and if they had they would not have given her the time of day, much less any insight into how they felt.
If they allowed themselves to feel at all. This much, she suspects, Set has in common with them. This much she feel comfortable guessing at for she had seen that avoidance in her own people time and time again for many wrongs both great and small.
Thoth is friendly, but she suspects he is also a puzzle. Perhaps a more difficult one by far–scholars often were.]
Oh. We go to the halls of Mandos, also called Námo. All souls pass through there, elves, men, dwarves. Though only elves may linger and then return rebodied. Where dwarves and men go, the songs do not say. I do not think the Doomsman knows himself.
Mandos is a place across the western sea. We had a…. Dark Valar, a being of chaos and great evil who came east and in the ground made his home full of tortured beings, twisted creations of the One and other beasts he made from I know not what. There were great wolves the size of a horse, strange creatures that flew… dragons. So many dragons, one was so large he blocked out the sun and when he fell from the sky, he smote the three mountain tops of the Thangorodrim. [At first she is fine. Morgoth or Melkor or any other name for him does not bother her. Her entire life has been spent with his shadow north of her little forested home and she had long since stopped fearing the sound of his name. However as she begins to try to explain what she meant by the cravens and why so many of them were evil, she shudders and physically pulls back so far and quickly she nearly knocks into Set as memory floods her and takes over her vision.] The host of the Valar was with the Noldor when finally he was contained but ripping him out of the land made it crack and crumble. Bit by bit we are falling into the sea and yet the shadow lingers even in his absence. Orcs come screaming out of the pits. Beasts. Dragons. Balrogs…
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If they allowed themselves to feel at all. This much, she suspects, Set has in common with them. This much she feel comfortable guessing at for she had seen that avoidance in her own people time and time again for many wrongs both great and small.
Thoth is friendly, but she suspects he is also a puzzle. Perhaps a more difficult one by far–scholars often were.]
Oh. We go to the halls of Mandos, also called Námo. All souls pass through there, elves, men, dwarves. Though only elves may linger and then return rebodied. Where dwarves and men go, the songs do not say. I do not think the Doomsman knows himself.
Mandos is a place across the western sea. We had a…. Dark Valar, a being of chaos and great evil who came east and in the ground made his home full of tortured beings, twisted creations of the One and other beasts he made from I know not what. There were great wolves the size of a horse, strange creatures that flew… dragons. So many dragons, one was so large he blocked out the sun and when he fell from the sky, he smote the three mountain tops of the Thangorodrim. [At first she is fine. Morgoth or Melkor or any other name for him does not bother her. Her entire life has been spent with his shadow north of her little forested home and she had long since stopped fearing the sound of his name. However as she begins to try to explain what she meant by the cravens and why so many of them were evil, she shudders and physically pulls back so far and quickly she nearly knocks into Set as memory floods her and takes over her vision.] The host of the Valar was with the Noldor when finally he was contained but ripping him out of the land made it crack and crumble. Bit by bit we are falling into the sea and yet the shadow lingers even in his absence. Orcs come screaming out of the pits. Beasts. Dragons. Balrogs…