Inspired by the Young Dubliners song, Never Ending

Galadriel
I am the Lady of Light. I am the Queen of Laurelindorenan. I am a Sindarin Elf, royalty of the highest calling. I am the Keeper of a Ring of Power. I have more power and wisdom than the world would want in a life time.

So, why do I feel helpless? Why, with all that is chaining and destroying our world, can I do nothing? I am a mother, and my child has died. I am a wife, and my husband is only in name. I am a grandmother, and will lose my granddaughter. I am still a queen, will I lose my people as well? Will all be lost?

Can something not be done?

No one else was here when the lights came crashing down. No one else was here...no one else could be found.

Now, the entire world is hurting.

I will not let my strength fail. I will not let Lothlorien fall. The Elves will live on. My husband will know me as a wife, once more. My daughter will smile upon me from Valinor. My granddaughter will be living a life she deserves and loves. My people will be renewed. I will be renewed.

It seems never ending. I know this. I watch me people walk past me, leaving behind their enchanted wood. I feal the pain in their hearts, the longing in their minds, they sadness in their faces. There will no longer be a Lorien. All the spirit of joy will have died. They are saddened, but know this must happen.

All the dreams in their lives, all come back to heal their hopes. And, they will know not fear.

Celeborn
I am trying to not feel dead inside. I try to keep hope. I try to want to not leave. I mind not, let it be known, I would like to see Valinor again.

I ache for my homeland. Not as my wife, for she loves her home here... I want to see the rest of my kin. I want to feel renewed and full of life. I feel suffocated here. Here, I worry about the enemy, I worry about the Galadhrim. I worry over everything.

I want to breathe. I want to breathe the air of sweetness and beauty. I want to smell the scent of godliness.

I am hurting, like I always have. Now, I am hurting and no one knows it more then my soul, trapoped in a failled mind. I no longer feal like myself. The enemy is coming, we shall leave.

We shall leave Middle Earth to most likely fall. I want to help, but am tired. My wife wants everything in her life back. I want a new life.

It does seem never ending. I watch the Elves go by. My kin, whom I know longer know. They know not my fear.

Galadhrim
All is falling around us, sunrise to sunset. Our magic is diminishing, our mysteries being revealed, our light fading. We are all scared. We walk along the road, quietly, our minds filled with turmoil. We fear not, we want all.

We are leaving one home for another. Passing through the falling light, walking on faded hopes and dreams. Was it all a failed experiment? Failed out of weakness. We know not weakness.

All the things we keep inside, all the fears that we try to hide, come back to haunt our steps. We cannot show our weakness. We are Elves. We are the Galadhrim. We know not fear.