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Gazing out across the field at our enemies I harden my heart.
I must not pity them, however wretched they be, however awful their overlord.
I must not fear them, though their numbers are uncounted, though their arrows may block out the very sun.
I must not hate them, though my heart burns to, though they killed my father’s son.
I must feel nothing for them.
They must be beneath me, beneath my notice- more lowly than the poorest peasant, the foulest filth.
They killed Anarion.
I shall scatter and shatter them.
Brother, I shall avenge you.
I swear it.