[ that voice comes, that beloved image, and he nearly throws the locket from himself in denial. no, no, it isn't possible. of all people in the world, she had not earned a place in whatever hell this might be, save.. perhaps by virtue of being mother of the feanorians.
this is a trick. she cannot be here. ]
Do not call me that. [ he spits the words, poison in his tone, all but snarling. ] That is not my name, and you are not her.
voice;
this is a trick. she cannot be here. ]
Do not call me that. [ he spits the words, poison in his tone, all but snarling. ] That is not my name, and you are not her.