It is difficult to fight a righteous battle. Men, Elves, Dwarves... They still die. I understand that you do not wage combat unless your cause is just and necessary - for I do trust your judgement - but it is the nature of battle and war that nauseates me.
Ironic, I know. I am good at it; it is a talent I inherited from my grandfather and father and, before, it was all that connected me to them. (He sighs.) I believe everyone should be able to protect themselves. The world isn't kind. But I know that my weapons are oft used in battles.
Before I was captured by the Enemy, I thought it brave to fight. I wonder over that now.
[What Celebrimbor went through would break the spirit of many a man — or elf as it were — so perhaps he shouldn't be surprised by that perspective after all.
The truth is that it will never be a viewpoint that Henry understands.]
Have I angered you, my friend? (He realizes he can be vexing - someone who seems to support two opposing natures within one body - but that is wholly due to his family. He is not just a Finwean; he is a Fëanorian too, which basically means it's a wonder he lived as long as he did.)
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Hope is our banner. It is born of belief: that God will favour our cause, that our reasons are righteous, that our courage will see us triumph.
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And yet you forge weapons. [Even giving them to the inexperienced. It's hard not to see a thread of hypocrisy in that.] Why not uphold your belief?
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Before I was captured by the Enemy, I thought it brave to fight. I wonder over that now.
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The truth is that it will never be a viewpoint that Henry understands.]
I see.
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No. I am but surprised.
[He huffs a laugh.]
I assure you, you would not mistake my anger.
[There is absolutely nothing subtle about Henry's temper.]