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... he is not the great evil that she deems him to be.
" he never 𝑤𝑎𝑠 anything, galadriel. he was always me. you only deny what you've felt because you 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 your own wants ."
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what is time to an all—powerful immortal ? he knows nothing but patience. how long did he wait to seek his vengeance on adar and the uruk ? he is 𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡, not persistent. perhaps in hope that she may one day see that ...
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hum that sounded much like a low growl emitted; soft gaze nearly glassy. step taken in her direction to gain the space back between them. " but it does matter, doesn't it ?" a tilt of his head, hands clasped behind his back.
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amusement alights otherwise sinister gaze. he'd need no telepathy to know what her thoughts consisted of. a blink, before long blonde was traded in for the cropped brown, elven robes swapped for human garments. sharp eyes ...
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arms folded behind his back, the being stepped forward, remaining sunlight catching in pale blonde.
" one would've assumed you'd accept defeat, by now ."
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a break in the treeline provided the perfect place to view the battle at hand; amusement dancing on elven features, the character he chose to portray, for the time being. 𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑟, objectively his favorite performance.
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i've come thus far without an equal, it is not required; only wanted. your involvement or lack thereof will not stop me, will not cease my eventual reign. you are fighting a losing battle, i only mean to save you from it .
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you mistake me for a warmonger when all that i wish for is peace amongst middle earth—— beneath 𝑜𝑢𝑟 * rule, this is possible. your pious self—righteousness is an act. who would not wish for such limitless power ?