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You never know how much you love someone, until you lose them. So I believe - now. I scoffed once, I admit. I thought the idea of living without my love, the other half of my heart, was foolish. It was never going to happen.
How very young I was, to have such thoughts. At least, to my mother’s people.
“Give us the jewel, and live, usurper. I will give you what you want.” My wife’s murderer is mocking me in my own hall.
I turn on the Kinslayer, sword pulled free.
“I want my family back, you son of Morgoth!”
