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[midget]

[ A very, very irritated voice is coming from the journal this afternoon. ]

All right. Everybody, pay attention!

If anybody met me at that family reunion, you need to know this. I. Am. Not. Ten.

I'm over six centuries old, and I'm one of the world's most feared and most powerful mages. So whatever you learned about me that week, forget it.

In fact, let's just all pretend that thing never happened!


[ Rin ]

Not a word.


[ Legato ]

Not a word.


[ And then the entire House Sage ]

[ Hrrrrngh... this is the filter she doesn't want to make. But she's at least honorable enough to give it a mention. ]

I... suppose I should at least say a word of thanks. For looking after me while I wasn't myself.

That's all you're going to get.

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[inafadingcrown]

[Long pause and then flatly:] What humor the castle has- to make a Dark Lord kin to the Lady of Light.

[midget]

I'm used to that sort of humor.

[inafadingcrown]

May I ask what you did to earn such a title? [It's hard to imagine her with it, to be honest. She associates it with Morgoth and Sauron, so....]

[midget]

I'm both a witch and a monster. One that humans knew about and couldn't kill... not for lack of trying. [ Has anybody told Galadriel about the witch hunts? ]

[inafadingcrown]

[A little, yes. Not much.] That is all? Truly? In my world, the title is marked with deeds dark and fell and earned with the blood of countless innocents.

[So..what? She existed and was competent?]

[midget]

Don't make a mistake. My hands are drenched with more blood than any other villain. Those who come with desire to take life were granted no mercy. [ And naturally, violence begets violence. Killing people only bred more hatred and more violence. ]

[inafadingcrown]

[It's still a far cry from the Dark Lords of her world. If anything, it's more like Fëanor. She's beginning to doubt Eva's villain cred.]

I would not brag about such things, but neither would I begrudge you the right to defend yourself. [It's extremely unlikely anyone who tried to kill her would walk out of Lórien.] My own hands are less clean than many would think.