Oh... don't want you to feel sad...
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It's not something that really goes onto the image of Gandalf in Mordor, but it's that he was believed to be dead. And anyone in Mordor that was his ally and friend would have never seen him when he came to Mordor as he arrived after Gondor defeated Mordor's armies. The anguish that Mordor has done, especially to those who never wanted to go there. But made their way to the flames of doom. Always the burden of not knowing is heavy.

Yes, and you amaze me to no end the way you have been awake literally forever like you have, and burdened that way... Yet you possess all the power of the most engaging Warrior Princess against evil, but have the most beautiful and tender heart of gold...

I've been, in a way, conditioned to Mordor. Having observed the wastelands from a pre-physical realm. And witnessing the rage of flame and fire. Never fearing it. It's the pain. Although I wouldn't need to recall the taste of strawberries and cream. I wouldn't need to seek a vail between me and the wheel of fire. All I would need is to bring my fire if I could connect back to my source. Of the central suns.

And no small folk am I. I was a little girl. But always with the recall and memory and ability to wield the roaring furnace that powers the constellations.

Most definitely your recall and memory, as well as most of your talents and capabilities are far superior & unmatched by anyone I've ever known.

The talents are just the imagination I can conjure with whatever means, it's the force, the energy I lack. I moved like the fires, I moved through darkness and burned it in my wake. This world so dusty, so settled into it is, like a living death.