[Filtered; Fingon] I have taken up temporary watch of a child for a man while he is away during the days and such times as he needs me. And I cannot help but be reminded of Itarillë. She is in my thoughts sometimes more than even Elenwë.
I look at her--this child--her name is Judith. I wonder at her life and what it shall be for her, while she grows. I wonder at what aspirations she shall reach for. It must seem an eternity waiting for the children of Men to grow, and an eternity to them to reach adulthood. It is sobering to know that when I look back she will be gone. 80 years is not very long at all. We spent half that crossing the Grinding Ice. And yet through the centuries we shall linger on. I shall linger on.
I felt this fear when my daughter wed her husband. I knew she would suffer such misery when Tuor departed. She would watch him grow old, watch him die, watch her children grow old and then they too would die. And through the generations she would be left to watch her descendants be born, age, and then pass while waiting and waiting with the hope she might be reunited with her family again.
I consigned her to such unimaginable cruelty. I knew she would suffer it and I did not tell her no. I did not tell her about the words Huor spoke to me. I let her go into that knowing what she would face, out of selfishness. Eärendil had to be born so that our people would be saved, and I sacrificed my daughter to see it done.
How would I live with myself if Tuor was not given our grace? Valar help me.