I am a Noldo. [What do you fucking expect? They didn't kill their kin and sail across the sea in stolen ships because they were fair and wise and full of grace. They had defied all of the Valar to chase the last remaining one. You could not be less than insolent and proud to do that. He should back away from the coming storm but there is true anger in him, too, and he neither drops his swords nor flees across the slick tile or begs for mercy like he sometimes did.
That isn't to say the hand around his throat doesn't frighten or hurt him, it does both of those things in equal measure, he just doesn't care.] What. [he spits, gasping for enough breath to speak.] Did I even do? [It is not the "running", this started before he ever considered leaving again.]
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That isn't to say the hand around his throat doesn't frighten or hurt him, it does both of those things in equal measure, he just doesn't care.] What. [he spits, gasping for enough breath to speak.] Did I even do? [It is not the "running", this started before he ever considered leaving again.]