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[handofsilver]

"Speak your piece and I shall return your message in good time."

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voice;

[hotspurred]

You misunderstand.

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.

voice;

[handofsilver]

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.

voice;

[hotspurred]

[That gives Henry pause.]

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?

voice;

[handofsilver]

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.

voice;

[hotspurred]

[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.]

I see.

voice;

[handofsilver]

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.)

voice;

[hotspurred]

[Genuine puzzlement colours Henry's tone.]

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.]