InsaneJournal

So I hear tell that the war that threatened my home and the White City was won, even though I had little part in the winning. I am glad of it, glad that the Dark Hand was defeated, and that Middle Earth will have a chance at peace.

And yet, I also grieve for all who have been lost, for all who fell, and for the world for whom the echoes of this terrible war will never fully subside. For war and death leave their mark on a world; the place where a man has fallen is forever marred. And perhaps there is not a single league left in our world where at least one has not been slain in this war. The world can never again be as it was. And all the titles and honors bestowed upon me can never assuage the ache for the family and friends I have lost.

But is that not the way with war? Even the victory is bittersweet.

I hope only that my children, if I am ever blessed with any, shall not have to suffer such darkness.