“I wonder. Dol Guldor sits in the south of Greenwood, and yet I was not invited to this Council. Of course, I am not Maiar, nor Noldor. I am merely the King of the Woodland Realm, lord of those who have been fighting the evil that comes from Dol Goldur, of those who have been dying at the hand and bidding of the Necromancer. I am of little import to such a weighty council. So, just what have they decided?”
They choose to ignore it! How can they do this? There they sit, secure in their own realms, undisturbed by the threat upon my people! They make their decisions, without thought to the disaster they have just allowed to wander freely through my kingdom! Do they have any idea how much it hurts, seeing my people fighting, and dying to rid our once-great forest from this evil? No, they don’t. They are safe in Rivendell, Lothlorien, and Orthanc, giving no thought to my people’s suffering! They only care about their own safety, their own security. They care not for my people, that duty is mine, and mine alone.
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