Apr 14, 2025
"Still running, little singer? Still clutching your silence like it can absolve you?"
"You sang nothing at Alqualondë. You heard the cries—did you harmonize with them?"
"You watched your father burn ships and brothers alike. Did you weep, or did you nod?"
"You took the Oath. Not forced. Not tricked. You spoke it with pride, with fire in your throat."
"You spilled blood in Doriath. You broke children in Sirion. You called it retribuition. Do you still?"
"You held the jewel. It hated you. It burned you. Even fire knows filth."
"You live. Your brothers don’t. Their names rot in dust. Yours rots in song."
"Sing for me, Master Elf. Sing of ash and ruin. Sing of what you’ve done."
"You cannot cast guilt into the sea."
"It swims."