"ₕₒₘₑ ᵢₛ bₑₕᵢₙd, ₜₕₑ wₒᵣₗd ₐₕₑₐd. ₐₙd ₜₕₑᵣₑ ₐᵣₑ ₘₐₙy ₚₐₜₕₛ ₜₒ ₜᵣₑₐd. ₜₕᵣₒᵤgₕ ₛₕₐdₒw, ₜₒ ₜₕₑ ₑdgₑ ₒf ₙᵢgₕₜ. ᵤₙₜᵢₗ ₜₕₑ ₛₜₐᵣₛ ₐᵣₑ ₐₗₗ ₐₗᵢgₕₜ. ₘᵢₛₜ ₐₙd ₛₕₐdₒw, cₗₒᵤd ₐₙd ₛₕₐdₑ. ₐₗₗ ₛₕₐₗₗ fₐdₑ. ₐₗₗ...ₛₕₐₗₗ...fₐdₑ." ... "You have to stop." she whispered urgently. "You're placing too much of this war onto your own shoulders, when you have hundreds of men behind you willing to help you carry it." Her words evidently managed to pull his attention back up to her face, his eyes only a little bit wide at her declaration. Underneath his suddenly intense gaze, she felt her throat begin to grow dry. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰, she wanted to say, but simply could not find the courage to do so in that moment. All credits go to JRR Tolkien and Peter Jackson. I only own Deora and her story.