Aye, they named her aright. Resentment had lent its own brand of insight, while solitude imparted a measure of understanding. Grief revealed the truth, and forgiveness had laid any remaining illusions bare.
Yes, they named her rightly, but they would never truly understand: she was alone in that. Hiding behind their smiling masks, shielded from her terrifying honesty, they bestowed that double-edged distinction…
Nerdanel, called The Wise.
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