I sit here, alone, waiting in the courts of Mandos for my husband to come to me. I have come to meet him when he returns to the World.
I have missed him for longer than the Sun has shone, for he died before its first rising. I have endured lonely years which even I, who in forgotten days was called the Wise, can scarcely reckon. How many nights have I wept unaccompanied? None of Men or Eldar or Valar can count their number.
O, why did I not go with him beyond the eastern Sea, to fearful Middle-earth? I curse now the wisdom that counseled me so. It would have meant the curse of the Valar and the madness of his Oath - but what of that? It would have been a honor for any of the Noldor to face any fate alongside the greatest of our kindred - the highest of all Iluvatar's Children; for me, his wife, how much more so!
And yet he received his death-wound in battle alone. That guilt wracks me. My mind tells me that I, unskilled in battle, could have done nothing where he fell; but yet my heart is troubled. I might at least have died by him, and gone to Mandos alongside him, and not been left to wander Valinor alone. The Blessed Realm has lost its bliss for me. No one I know, none I speak to, has a fire in them to match my husband's - in my loss, the whole world seems spiritless.
What would the curse of the Valar have meant to me? Do not we Noldor have our own wisdom, not given of the Valar, but from Eru Himself? For are we not His Children? Who is to say that in the end of Arda, my husband will not be adjudged in the right, and the Valar in the wrong?
And does it matter? Our fates are linked forever. If he be in the wrong after all - as my wisdom, accursed thing, tells me against the dictates of my heart - then should I not bear its consequence with him?
But all this grief shall soon end, for my husband is returning this day from Mandos. I hear the door opening, and I look upon his face.
I know full well that this, as Mandos declared long since, is a sign that all Arda is ending, that the Last Battle is at the very door. But I do not care.
Rising to my feet, I call out to him joyfully. "Feanor!"