He sat down upon the cool, white stone steps that lead to Meneltarma. The sun glinted brilliantly off the alabaster stairway. A sigh escaped his lips and he closed his eyes enjoying the last rays of sunshine. He could feel his body growing frail with each passing day. Life, it seemed, was slipping from his hands like the fading sunset before him. His thoughts drifted to his twin brother Elrond, who had chosen immortality. Did Elros regret his choice? No, but the pain of saying farewell… It was almost too much to bear. He let the tears fall feeling no shame under the shadow of death. Yes, it was nearing time.
He stood slowly. He had to say goodbye. The sound of his lonely footsteps marching down the stairs echoed resolutely through the still air. The sun was nearly gone now. It passed under the world into the Far West.
With every step further, and old memory quickly resurfaced then disappeared. His life flashed before him. He was proud of it. The days he had experienced had been good. Yes, indeed, he was ready.