Home is where the heart is.
Miwlir has lived in a lot of places, from the kingdom she lived when her father was a king, to Angmar, to Minas Morgul.
After Sauron's defeat, Miwlir and her father had gone to sleep, for a lack of a better word. Her father was a wraith, but Miwlir has always been able to keep her physical appearance as it always has been, even if technically she is one too.
She remembers not much of those years of sleep, opting to sleep in a sort of tomb, hidden in the wall next to the place that held the tomb her father has been sealed in.
But when Sauron returned, ... , then things changed.
If she had to choose which place she loved the most, it would be their stronghold in Carn Dûm. Maybe the reason is, because it was only her father and her and their many servants, but she loved living there.
Yes, they have fought many battles, and Miwlir has done her share of killing during the war against the three realms of Arnor, but it is during that time, she and her father grew close.
Maybe the closest they have been in their long lives.
Minas Morgul has its upsides as well, but as Miwlir prepares herself for yet another battle, she feels doubt starting to cloud her mind again.
She supposes home is where the heart is, but her father has grown evil, even more evil than before. And though the love for her father would have made her follow him blindly years before, Miwlir can sense something has changed.
She has changed.
'It's time, Miwlir. The Nine will soon be waiting for us.' Maradh enters her room, and her gaze falls on the crown in Miwlir's hands.
'I know you love him. As I did my father.' Maradh continues as Miwlir puts the crown on her head. 'But if you want to switch sides and try to help to save the world before the Dark Lord takes over, it needs to happen now.'
She loves her father, but sometimes, love isn't enough.
Sometimes, to do the right thing, you need to burn all the bridges behind you.
Miwlir nods, her heart breaking into little pieces, but her mind made up.
'Let's go.'