Delossad

"Any man not eager to share his tales must be very wounded within."

Those were the words that Nelnardis had shared with Faorie some time ago in the Hall of Fire. It had been nearly a week since Thendryt's departure from Rivendell and she could still see the unsettling shadow in his gaze.

I growled to myself in anger as I relentlessly slashed the tree before me back and forth, not caring about it, nor paying attention.
I was saddened, burdened, due to the handful of work I was handling that was Minyelaírë. I sighed slowly, running out of the ruins, to slay some boar, thoughtful of my argument with Minyelaírë;
"Why try to confront an enemy that is ten times greater than thee?" She said, smirking at my rather mournful form, "He would slay thee and leave thy body there and laugh three times at it."

Corruption... is it truely that evil, or is it just misunderstood? I was always told that corruption was an evil thing, but is it really that tainted, or is it just an energy that is misused by the people who gain it?
I sighed as I remembered Minyelaírë's alarmed expression, seeing her look at my black eyes... "Black as the darkest depths..." She said, holding her sword in such a way that I might examine my reflection. She told me of what she thought about the misunderstandings of corruption, and I repented slightly.