Curufinwë Atarinkë | The Silmarillion (![]() ![]() @ 2013-03-04 23:02:00 |
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Please, my dear fellow citizens of this island, I must ask for a moment of your time. I am despairing and despondent because of the cruel and hateful words of a fellow citizen. He called my wife a - Eru, I cannot even say the word.
There must be some justice that I can exact against him, some punishment that can assuage my pain and sorrow. How can such cruelty come to pass? How can any place with a concept of justice allow an innocent and gentle woman such as my Élotë to be so degraded and belittled?
This man, whatever name he uses to describe himself, is a betrayer of his friends, and the perpetrator of ghastly acts against his own sister. It is easy to see where his heart lies. But I cannot bear this pain and insult towards one so dear to me.