I watched you sleep in Lorien, - a fevered, restless sleep; hand clasping and unclasping sword-hilt, lips muttering broken, unheard words.  I watched as you lay awake, darkness in your eyes.  You carry your own peril into Lorien, but I sorrowed for your danger.  You are of my own kind – Mortal, weak and yet powerful.  We are to whom the Ring sings its silent song.

Power….  Knowledge….  Strength….

I hear it too – its dark promises and shadowed call.  I know its power.  I guard myself, gird myself and fight my frailty - yet cannot save you. 

I watch you fall.