My tears… They are all too real… Running down my face in large streams, while I face the heat in front of me. The Silmaril is burning my hand… The only hand I have left! How will I live on without this hand? How? And why…. Why should I? While all that I ever did in life was to slay my own people… I want something else… I want… Peace… I want to be free…
So I let myself fall into the deep red fire that will be my destruction, and my release…
I am free…