* A fell calm settled on Maladil, far more terrifying than the wildest of his ravings. Glancing at his son Kenelm, the Lord of the Castle gentled his expression to indicate that he held no wrath for the bearer of such grievously ill tidings, but rather respect and a cautious, tentative agreement with Kenelm's sympathy. *
At last, Kenelm, you show honor by taking action towards upholding the family name. You did not sail West when I bid you confront the Valar with their unfairness towards your mother and our family, nor could you even lift a finger against the Orcs when all were called on to do so. ... As for these prisoners, if they were brought here against their will, they are innocent victims.
* Maladil's face hardened again into familiar bitter lines, as he managed a powerful striding drift bent towards the Master Bedroom. *
My sword ...
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