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Walküre:
He fell, but not without just reason


Unspeakable sorrow and much void to fill, the wizard's presence was a beacon in the darkness and dim will,
He has now fallen in a ravine with no end as we know, for safety of the quest had in every moment the most vital role,
And he elected the way of suffering for the noblest of the causes,
When an ancient demon belonging to past eras the path of this World was again likely to tread, which is for all good souls terrible and the worst dread.

Walküre:
The scope for forgiveness


Thou hast the chance to remedy and mend,
In this hour of grim agony and suspension,
Because, what are quarrels, fights and internal unrest, if not issues that may be given the proper solution?
When there is resolve to accept and bear the toll of pardoning one's faults, for an evil will hath just awakened and of forgiveness no knowledge it hath.

Walküre:
Mercy is the might of the great


Humble Hobbit, thou dwellest in solace and from the troubles of modernity thou art well afar,
As thy people in their kind heart the same wish nourish, to live the quiet existence and to rejoice at the pleasure of fine food, wine and friends of spirited manners,
Yet, should adventure knock on thy wooden door, Bilbo, thou this ought to know,
That mercy is indeed the might of the great, and that genuine courage is shown, whenever lives are spared and when antique sins in good will thou pardonest.

Walküre:
Winds, clouds and bolts I may move!


Hearken, nature of multiple and infinite colours, you are now to do as I command, as you my speech shall follow in awe and my orders true will be made, for I may bend your forces and of your potential I am to make good use.

Be it furious storm on the snowy pass, so that even the gallant Fellowship their pace will be forced to halt, and now spread my voice and spell, for I am Saruman and winds, clouds and bolts I may move!

Walküre:
What ought to be rectified


Cease your meaningless speech, subject of mine, you are a grand lieutenant of Gondor and of the defence of this realm you are the prime figure, yet I such allusions and defective words I do not accept.

Steward, my intention is not ill nor for smearing meant, but things do not bode well, this I and many noticed as well, and the force of our might diminishes in time as the flow of events inexorably passes, while stone gets weaker and weaker still, so that the legacy of our kind and the mastery of crafting quite seem to go afar from present times, and we equally fear that a nameless shadow might be hiding and recovering away from our sight, in the pits and ways of this World which to us all manifest are not, and therefore I would demand some things be rectified for good, because improper is the one who seeks to halt the flood once the dam no longer may.

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