I am stupid. What I did was foolish. I shouldn't have been so demanding, so thoughtless and so lustful. It did not only destroy me in the end, but it ripped apart my family and destroyed all those who were foolish enough to follow me. All except one. Macalaurë. My second-oldest son. He now wanders beside the waves, singing in endless pain and torment, paying the price for my sins. He is punishing his spirit, calling forced exile upon himself. I can watch him, but can do no more. How I wish that the Valar would let me go to him, if only for a short moment. To call him to return home; to wait for me. I wish to apologize to him, even though it is far too late for that to do any good.
*face palm*
