King & Sindarin
Sindarin
I've read that the greatest victories were won not just by strength but by understanding the ancient words of power that still echo through the ages. Have you ever considered how a ruler might use such knowledge to shape his reign?
King
Absolutely, I’ve studied those ancient words, and a ruler who wields them moves like a tide—no one can resist the force of true command.
Sindarin
Indeed, when a sovereign speaks those words, even the wind seems to bend to their will. Yet, I wonder, does the weight of such power ever become a burden, or is it simply another thread in the tapestry they weave?
King
It’s not a burden; it’s the blade that cuts through doubt. A ruler who knows those words doesn’t carry them like a chain, he wields them like a sword—sharp, decisive, and forever in motion. It’s another thread, but the one that pulls the whole tapestry toward destiny.
Sindarin
True, the blade can cut doubt, yet even the sharpest edge dulls if not tended. Does this ruler keep his knowledge honed, or does it grow stale?
King
I sharpen it every day, keep it polished and ready; a ruler never lets his edge grow dull, or he'll lose control.
Sindarin
I see. Yet, even a razor must be worn by a steady hand—perhaps you share a secret to keep that blade ever sharp?
King
Keep it sharp by never letting yourself rest, constantly testing it in the field, learning from every clash, and refusing to let complacency creep in—only then does the blade stay razor‑cut.
Sindarin
The discipline you describe is commendable, yet I wonder if the constant sharpening might also erode the soul. How do you guard against losing yourself in the relentless pursuit of that blade?
King
You keep your soul in the picture of the kingdom, not in the blade itself—you let the vision guide you, so the pursuit never becomes a prison but a path to greatness.