“I was thinking I could kick your face, and I obviously could.” Snapped the small silvan as she glared to the Noldor who had, as she thought he would, successfully caught and restrained her from attempting any more assaults on his person.

Shifting, trying the knots with her strength subtly she squinted at him, why the sudden change in conversation? It had only been 10 minutes. Distrust bleeding off of her person, Damn… He tied one hell of a knot… It’d take her another 10 minutes just to undo one of the many.. She needed to stall.

“I’m afraid of becoming something like you and your kin: monsters. I’m afraid of walking into the darkness where the funeral pyre for all I know besides myself are lit and I am the one holding the flame that blew them all alight. I am no longer afraid of the darkness, the past, the monsters I see. I fear the monsters I cannot see, the monsters that dwell within my thoughts and beckon me to kill, to fight, to win at all and any costs. I fear my loss of person; who was I before this shadow fell? Who am I when the shadow clouds my mind and my blood is rushing through my veins, one moment many stand before me and the next, with wide eyes, I am the only one remaining, warm with the blood of others. I have killed mortals and I have killed monsters, what makes the fact of wishing to kill someone like you any different from the others?”