For a long moment, they simple looked at each other. The herald of Manwë and the lieutenant of Morgoth. And in that moment, I remembered something I had forgotten in this horrible war.
They were not so different.
It wasn't the same for us, the elves that had come back to these shores to help our beleaguered brothers. But for the Maiar that led us…
I had forgotten that they would have known, personally, many of the horrors that Morgoth had unleashed against us. But seeing this Maia, still uncorrupted in his form, reminded me.
They had once been brothers.
