Mornovarion strode up and down his room, he was debating with the voice; "I don't think we should do anything, I should leave now, noone will notice."
"She will know, she will warn Thranduil, then all will be over, you will have failed... and the Lord knows what failure means."
"Well then, what do you suggest we do, oh wisest of the Wise?"
This comment got Mornovarion a jolt of pain.
"I suggest we kill her, then noone will know, you will be free to continue with your mission,"
"But, but then I would be a... kin-slayer," he spoke the word with loathing.
"You will be one soon anyway, so why not get it over with, go".
Mornovarion had noted that the elven-maiden's room was one floor above his, and two rooms to the left. He had followed her back to her room. Sticking his knife in his belt, he clambered out of the room, climbed onto the ivy, and set off.
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A Elbereth Githoniel silivren penna miriel
o menel aglar elenath! Na-chaered palan-diriel o galadhremmin ennorath,
Faunilos, le linnathon nef aear, si nef aearon!
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