[ Maglor sits quiet and still - no matter how much he wishes it, he will not touch her more than this. But he cannot help the low snarl or the way his hands flex as if to grip a blade (or a neck). He fights down the urge to tear something (someone) apart until he is sure his voice is calm before he answers ]
Oh yenya. I do not know why such darkness is allowed to walk free.
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Oh yenya. I do not know why such darkness is allowed to walk free.