I envy your ability to die. That you may leave this place and all her cares behind. Whither do you go when you pass from this world? To what peace.
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envy your ability to die.
100 years you have, maybe a little more or less, but that is just one season of hurts, sorrows, pains and aye, joys and happiness. 100 years.
I spent a quarter of it chained to a And then you are gone from this world and her life and her changes need bother or burden you no more. Under what circumstances do you go. Young or old, a soldier or civilian, creator or destroyer.
You go where none but Men can follow.
And yet the Eldar must linger on, through the centuries. Never changing but in mind only. Left to watch the world fall to ruin, and with each century that passes made to bear her burdens in memory and in body. I wonder if peace shall be found, that even when I pass from this world and return to waiting if I shall be free of it. I yearn for the gardens of Lórien.
I think I shall linger in Mandos for a millennium, and if after that I am reborn I shall stay in Lórien. I should like to sleep for the next age of this world, without dreams.
I envy your ability to die. But I think it is as Gwindor says, you may envy the fact that the Eldar shall not die. Gifts that cannot be shared. Indeed.
[Filtered; Fingon]I feel lighter today than I have in four centuries. I do not expect it to last, so we must enjoy it while I am experiencing it.
I have a bottle of wine.
My brother has music. Let us disturb him this evening. I must make sure he has eaten anyway.