You have my thanks. [He has so much to learn. He hasn't gotten as far as learning to make conversations on this private.]

Melkor... [It feels so strange to call him that. He hasn't spoken the name since his grandfather's murder.] He and an ally attacked our home. My grandfather was the only one who dared try to stop them. Melkor murdered him for it. He stole... everything of value in the house except the weapons we carried and my brother's instruments.

My father died trying to get at least the three most precious gems back. When I tried after that, he held me hostage and tortured me. I... It is centuries of history. I was in the battle when he killed one of my uncles... [He trails off, starting to hum almost under his breath. It's the song his brother wrote mourning their people's fall, both the crimes Morgoth committed against them and the ones they in turn committed against others and themselves.]

I wish I could say that we kept our hands clean in it all but... We were foolish and then desperate... And it is far too late to take that back. But I would not see another take that path.