Some nights when Angband's fires burn low, I shiver in my bed. In dreams you come to me, trembling and naked, desperate for warmth. You hold me in your frigid arms, forgetting how much you hate me. Even your name escapes you. You kiss me hard to silence questions you can't answer. There's no lust between us, but we lie entwined all night. Slowly your life rekindles. You snap at me and I'm relieved. Does that surprise you?
Your poison is wasted on me, Thauron.I do not care the veneer you coat your intention in. I can recognise the rot underneath.You will not sway me and my hate for you burns hot enough to keep me warm on its own.