You fucking knew what you were sending us into. You sent us against all the fucking odds. And it came out against us. You knew it would fall apart. And yet you sent us. Now Merry and Pippin are in the hands of the fucking orcs and Boromir lies dead by their fucking arrows. Frodo and Sam ran off to their deaths and Gandalf fell into fucking shadow. Gimli fell at the hands of the orcs with Legolas at the Siege of Gondor. And yet you knew.
You fucking knew. You hold the most powerful ring of all the Elves and could give us nothing. Now your blood stains my sword as I pull it from you, the life draining from your broken body. Immortal, hah. Arwen sees this and screams, so I had to kill her too. Her blood slowly pools at my feet, my knife deep in her back. The shadow draws near, soon it will be over. I pull the knife from my lover's body and plunge it deep into my breast, my blood flowing to mix with theirs, creating a red river of death, devoid of all hope. Then there was darkness. Let the shadow come, the Fellowship was dead. Â