*Turns to Aredhel, glaring at her*
Oh? You
made him?
*Walks forward*
Tell me, what difference is there between that thing and
Morgoth's legions of
orcs,
Balrogs,
trolls, and the like?
*Seizes her wrist*
There is no difference! Such a thing could wreak havoc over all of
Arda if not careful!
*Another tall figure clad in black suddenly appears, and drags me away suddenly to a distant corner of the room, thus freeing Aredhel from my grasp*
That is quite enough, Amaniel.
*Glances up at him*
N-Námo....? But she-
*He raises his hand and glares at me sternly*
Enough. You will not harm another Elda; that is also against the nature of the
Valar and the
Maiar.
*Blinks for a few moments before nodding*
I-I'm sorry....forgive me...
*He smiles, and holds me close*
Fear not. I forgive you.