*sighs, resigned (rueful)* She is still in my home. Chip is looking after her as best he can.
Where is your mercy?
*stretches out her thought further, listening as her lives (not lives, never lives) are snuffed out one by one, all over Menegroth* They are already dying. They no longer have ambition. I only ask that you let them be. What mercy for Vána? *with an air of finality* No, Námo. I will not kill them.