Fear does not excuse cruelty, and never has. Men seem to have great difficulty in grasping that concept.

Much as I loathe the thought of leaving the innocents of this world defenseless, I've submitted to acting as war dog under leaders like this with a bargain for an assumed greater good before. Never again.

[ they can cry to him all they like about his submission to them making their lives supposedly safer, but iorveth will gladly let them crumble before handing them the noose already pulled tight around his neck. ]

We've not, but I believe I've seen a rather skilled impression of you. [ said with a laugh in his voice, remembering Gwen high out of her mind, strutting around in Thranduil's robe, doing impressions of him, and the rest of the ancient elves, and a few others of note. ] Tell me if I'm guessing right -

Galadriel?