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"You should not let your vengeance cloud your judgement Malachi." Saurman says.

"What do you know of vengeance? What do you know of the hate I feel?" I ask.

He looks at me.

"Watch your tone Malachi. Do not forget I helped you control the dark powers Sauron has gifted you. I shall think you to kindly reserve your tongue and hold respect." Saurman asks.

I lower my head respectfully. 

"Do not forget Saurman I have shown you, my worth." I say.

"You have. But hatred is a very powerful weapon." He says.

"Then it's a good thing I know how to use the weapon which spawns of hate." I cock my head.

"You have confidence Malachi, but I wonder if it spoils your judgement." Saurman says.

"I have waited more than two thousand years for my revenge!" I hiss at his face.

"I do not like that garish tone of yours." Saurman taps his staff.

"May it be heard throughout every corners of the world!" I yell.

The halls of Isengard echo. Too long I have waited to squander the land. Too long I've waited to destroy my father's rein. The throne should've been mine. I should've been the ruler. I would've been a greater king than Thranduil would of. I assure you, my revenge will be swift, but it will last for many many years. It will haunt Thranduil for casting me out. 

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