Oropher

Forgive me, my son. 

My pride and independence led us to this.  I did not want to wait for debate, for endless discussion – it seemed that this was a time for action.  I saw our chance to strike at the heart of the enemy, and took it, seizing it with both hands, while our allies pondered strategy and tactics.

This was not meant to happen.  We should have been returning to the Greenwood victorious; returning together.  Instead our forces were cut down, decimated, and it is you who will lead our warriors home.  Forgive me, my son.  I was wrong.