6. Ambarussa
It comes for us again, Ambarussa, just as it did before, stealing me from the deep wood, where only the loneliness of your company disturbs the quiet. Do you blame me for it? That I cannot resist, though you suffered for it?
Had we to do it again, we would not be as two halves of a whole, but would have perished as one.
It drives me whether I will it or no, this sleeping dragon, but 'twas not I who awakened it. Indeed, we thought little of the Oath, you and I, in the fastness of Ossiriand, but our brother could not let it be. We are fools, all of us, we sons of Fëanor no more so than this lady who places a bauble before peace. What beguilement have these jewels! We are all driven to madness for them. But you know that, Ambarussa. You turned from them when I did not. One moment we separated, we who could not tell your right hand from mine.
They come for us now - do you hear the beat of their hooves? In mask of red and cloak of black, they fly with the banner of our House streaming behind them, that Star that sends Elves into hiding from terror until they pass. They do Morgoth's work this night, and I have no will but to answer their call.
Had we to do it again, we would not be as two halves of a whole, but would have perished as one.
It drives me whether I will it or no, this sleeping dragon, but 'twas not I who awakened it. Indeed, we thought little of the Oath, you and I, in the fastness of Ossiriand, but our brother could not let it be. We are fools, all of us, we sons of Fëanor no more so than this lady who places a bauble before peace. What beguilement have these jewels! We are all driven to madness for them. But you know that, Ambarussa. You turned from them when I did not. One moment we separated, we who could not tell your right hand from mine.
They come for us now - do you hear the beat of their hooves? In mask of red and cloak of black, they fly with the banner of our House streaming behind them, that Star that sends Elves into hiding from terror until they pass. They do Morgoth's work this night, and I have no will but to answer their call.
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