My brother thinks I do not understand.
He has always been impatient. Never could he find contentment in waiting, in being still.
He thinks I have fallen in love with the fading light in the Elves' eyes, but that is not so. I am in love with Arda itself. I do not fear the passing of the time.
Never was I surprised by my brother's decision. I do understand, though I cannot make the same choice. We are two unique fear in indistinguishable hroar. This has always been our fate.
Farewell, dear Elros. May we meet again in Arda Healed.
