"These men? They didn't attack you. They were with us. We don't know what the other Black Ranger regiments have done, or who gave the orders." Wait, who was the Slayer? Glorfindel? Impossible... And who was the 'featherless eagle'? Sigeric could confirm their identities later. For now, he knew he needed to focus on the task at hand. "It isn't too late for peace, Tytus. I know that you are not our true enemy, even if some of the Gondorians do not see that. I know that peace is what you want. Do you remember when we met on the plains of Mordor? I don't know if you ever saw my real face. I am Sigeric, the Guardian Shifter. In my hatred, I was ready to fight to the death against your kin, seeking revenge for the comrades you killed. You told us that you didn't have a choice, that you were only fighting to protect your family. You offered us mercy, promising to protect us if we surrendered. Many of the others wanted to kill you, but I chose to let you go. We reached an understanding and avoided shedding more blood. You showed me that such a thing was possible. Now our positions are reversed, and I want to save you from that same lust for vengeance that would have been the death of me. Please, Tytus. Help me end this cycle of violence. I swear on my life that I will do everything in my power to protect you and your family, just as you would have done for us. And I will not fail." Gone was Sigeric's usual cold exterior. This was not merely some machination to trick the protos into surrendering. He had meant every word that he had said, and it showed.