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Yet it is said that in the ending of the task for which he [Olórin] came he suffered greatly, and was slain, and being sent back from death for a brief while was clothed then in white, and became a radiant flame... Whereas Curunír was cast down, and utterly humbled, and perished at last... his spirit went whithersoever it was doomed to go, and to Middle-earth, whether naked or embodied, came never back.
It's a known fact that Olórin was the fucking favorite from DAY ONE. He didn't even want to go to Middle-earth, Daddy Lord Manwë practically had to pack his lunch and push him out the door. And did he get saddled with Yavanna's dumbass treehugger? No. Did he get stuck traveling with those Blue idiots until he could give them the slip past the pyramids? No. Curunír might've backed himself into a corner, but we all make mistakes, and did Aulë get off his Valarin ass for his slaughtered Maia? NO.
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