Why, my son? Why have you left; simply disappeared into the night?
I know that we were disparate, that I did not get to see you that often. I know that you were an adult. I am sure that you did what you felt was best for your people.
But our family has already been shattered. By betrayal; by loss. I mourned Elenwë along with you, she was like a daughter to me. I delighted in Idril, my precious granddaughter. And now, you are gone.
Gone, like shadows in the night. I do not know, and that is the hardest.
I never expected to bury my father.
We are immortal, death is something we never truly thought of, at least not those of us who were born in the Blessed Realm. Grandfather's death changed that. Changed everything.
I heard the tale from Thorondor. Why on Arda did you challenge Morgoth, father? Did you have a death wish? Were you so tired of these shores that you would take any way home?
I know not. My tears will stain your grave; the only thing I can give you now. May the Valar have mercy.
May they have mercy on us all.