"But it was not." He says simply. "It was you, and one you had to protect behind you, as it was for me that day in Gondolin. You could have turned and run - most did. But you did not. And so you are his bane, for you were there, when others were not. That, and only that, is what makes the heroes of which folk sing. That you were there, and you did not run."

He cocks her a wry grin. "Of course, you did better than me - I died, to defeat my foe."