An Elrond Romance
by The Fox.
Chapter Eleven
From Minas Morgul
Tears on Heaven.
End of Autumn
It was Mithrandir who rescued her finally from torture.
It was autumn, the frosty bite staying in each maple, naked tree, when Elrond finally took a hand too thin in his, and stared into
lifeless closed eyes. She was sprawled there in the same white bed, where he had loved that same body that now was
consumed under the Shadow for the last time. He took off his circlet, bent his proud head, and stared, all day, all night.
He had frozen with Rivendell in the cruel winter coming. He had never looked more insular, more aloof, lonelier, with that kind
of gentle look that only really lonely people can get.
It was so cold around him.
Slowly, he touched with soft fingertips, elven fingertips, her forehead.
Mithrandir put slowly a hand in his shoulder.
- She was doing an errand for Denethor, I think. They caught her in Ithilien, and were carrying her into Mordor. Aragorn and I
were in our way, and when I saw her…- his voice trailed off.
- Nazgul.- Elrond spoke, slowly.
- Yes. Four, I think.-
Elrond's hand trembled, and pulled into fists: but then relaxed, and touched softly the lifeless hand in his.
- I told her the last time, that if she walked again into the Shadow, even me will be unable to save her.- he said calmly.
- Such a beautiful lady.- Mithrandir said, old eyes sad.- Let me help. We can't let her die.-
Elrond stood, back to the quiet figure in the bed and to the Istari, who slowly, tenderly, with a hand callous from work but soft
enough to play with children was brushing back her hair from her forehead.- My tiny girl, don't go…-
- She wants to, Mithrandir. And if she wants it, I don't see why to stop her.- said Elrond, coldly. Mithrandir rose disbelieving,
enraged eyes, to the taut back of the lord of Imladris, but Elrond remained quiet, red mantle spotless, tunic in perfect rivulets of
pale silver around his form.
- Why would a young, sweet lady search death? She is valiant, and powerful. And maybe more alike you anyone I ever met,
and that includes your sons and daughter.- said Mithrandir, voice stern.- Did you two fight?-
Elrond chuckled, bitter, horribly.
- Elrond…-
- She had a drop of elf blood. She wanted to test it. She wants so badly to go overseas, she is willingly going to her death to
find her final destiny, Death or Mandos's Halls.- it was hatred, venom in his voice. Never, even in his anger at Isildur had
Mithrandir heard such cold fury in the wise, the gentle lord of the Last Homely House. The Istari eyed him back, and spoke
with sad acceptance.
- You loved her.-
- I wish.-
- Didn't you?-
- I wish to have loved her. I wish to never have met her. I wish to …- his voice dropped, and stopped. His hand grabbed the
windowsill, and clenched.
A moan.
A tear.
Arien 's hollowed cheeks were pearled.
Mithrandir rose, suddenly older, tired, grayer. He left the room, with a last look to Elrond, whose back was shaking.
A ring with a stone of a brilliant, fiery glow, stood out from the pale dying woman in the bed, like a drop of blood and fire in her
hand.
Tenderly, Mithrandir closed the door.
Why? Why did you left me?
Elrond circled the bed, eyes wary, different. It was a tiny spark of insanity there, ready to explode into a fire.
Didn't you feel ready to be my lady? Were you afraid of other's opinion of us? Did you grow tired of me? What,
didn't I satisfied you?
Did you ever love me?
- Did you EVER love me, Arien?!- Elrond yelled suddenly, yanking the covers away. Arien looked like a corpse, still and
bluish, only the hand where Narya rested still warm and alive. Elrond could see through her thinning veil of flesh, the spirit
trembling inside, white and elfish, pure and human, ready to go…
Elrond grabbed her by the shoulders, and shook her wildly.
- You will not die! I would not let you escape again! I will not let you flee from me again, Arien! NOW, ANSWER ME!-
The light was fading.
Elrond's entire body shook by deep, despairing sobs. Bitter and salty, and painful.
I had forgotten tears.
I want to hate you.
Slowly, so slowly, Elrond, eyes fixed in the body spread in the bed, took off his circlet and let it fall. His mantle came next.
His tunic pooled at his feet.
The moon lightened the lines of his body, eternal, pale mithril.
He crouched over her, dark hair pooling over the pillow.
You are not going anywhere. You are mine.
Wherever you go, I'm going with you.
He twined around the still body, Vilya answering Narya. He embraced and penetrated: he enveloped her own flickering soul in
his hands, sheltering her with his own burning power, the limits of his soul a shield. He mixed himself with her, forcing a
response from her dying body, his unforgiving powerful hands eliciting a spark of life from the too tired soul.
Come to me. Come back to me.
Power, raw power burning his nerves. The Shadow, invading.
And pain. Elrond clawed his way on Arien, calling, ordering, and yelling. He grabbed wildly the soul departing, tearing it into
pieces with his hands, hiding it into him, and banishing the Shadow with his bare hands. And when Narya was insufficient fire,
when Vilya was not enough strength, his soul shone, wildly, immortal.
I'll gave my life. But you'll have to tear me apart to take her from me, Shadow.
Mandos.
Eru.
She is mine.
She didn't look at him.
Elrond had awoke in the side of a alive and awake, but cold eyed Arien.
My Silmarien.
She didn't look at him.
He would have kissed her.
She turned her head to the window, and stayed still.
Elrond dressed himself with cold hands, his back to her, and left.
Five days after that, Elrond was standing in the garden's doors, looking the lasts leaves fall into dying parchments in the
sleeping soil, when he felt footsteps behind him.
Love, my love, my love…
- So you're going again.- he said, barely turning. Arien had bowed, and a braid of now not sunset, but pale autumn leaves. And
her eyes, finding his, was no more silver, but translucent clouds.
She would fade.
Maybe she would live here in Rivendell, where the time stops.
But outside, a flicker of Shadow, and it would erase her like the memory of a song. She would fade like a sunset,
unique and unrepeatable for all the eternity.
And I'll remain.
She is only alive for my will. But even if I can force her to live, I cannot force her to live for me…
- Yes, my Lord. I thank you deeply with your help, and your kind healing. There's no words to describe my gratitude.- she
spoke, slowly, formally.
Their eyes talked, and cried.
Elrond walked into the gardens, his feet loudless, even over wrinkled dead leaves. The scarlet mantle caressed the ground
behind him, and he rested a hand in a golden, autumn tree that spread his branched high and naked, opening its arms to the sky
of black aqua painting over them.
He looked sad, there, powerful and old eyes watching, needing, and alone. The leaves pooled at his feet, and reflected a pale
sun, dying in red and black.
Sunset. Goodbye, my one and last sunset love.
- You don't need to thank me, Arien.- he said, tiredly.
- I do.- she said, voice even and formal.- In my sire's sake so, the Steward of Gondor.-
Silence. A single leave fell, and with a last bow, she whirled around.
No.
The halls were dark, the gardens even more so, as the afternoon died, and when the sun disappeared, something died into
Elrond's heart. It was that surety, that secret hope that somewhere in the Middle Earth the happiness long awaited was
searching for him. The certainty he would be happy, some day, some way.
The smile of Elros when he died.
You were happy. You loved, and you were happy, Elros, and you never, ever, tell me how you did it.
What is the meaning of all this?
I'm tired. I want to sail. I want to go away and fade. What is this, what is worths? Is this the desperation they call
longing for the sea, be tired of the Middle earth? Because I'm tired, jaded.
I wanted love.
And now all is gray, even the smile of my children.
But Elrond was no Elf ready to accept gracefully his waning. The Elf in him has accepted defeat, and bowed, ready to go.
But the Human was still strong, and Humans doesn't accept defeat.
He suddenly bolted, a last survival mad grab, and slammed Arien against the door.
Her eyes widened, but before she could turn in her face to him, he was on her, kissing, claiming what was his. With a shaking
that was the fall of chains, she answered, Silmarien again, powerful elf lady, defiant human woman.
Elrond took her against that door, careless of who could walk into them, careless of the world. It was ardent fury, and
mindless passion, desperation to live cresting like a last tide.
And then, they were quiet, Arien nested in his arms in an ottoman, as the night fell.
- Why?-
- …Why?-
- Why did you leave me?- his voice was deep in the almost darkness, just a fireplace stealing glimpses of their faces. She was
bare in his arms, nested in the cocoon of his limbs, her hair a luxurious caress enveloping them. Elrond was sitting naked, arms
and legs open to envelop her, the red mantle still covering his shoulders, warming her bare thigh. His hair fell in straight tendrils
around his neck, over hers, and they stared to the fire, quietly, silently.
His eyes were narrowed, dark, open even as he kissed open mouthed her nape. Eyes that were fiery and cold, and
determinate.
- I can't go with you, my Lord. You can't go with me. It was better to separate. Or the pain will be too horrible, in the end.-
A sigh.
- Do you dare to think it could be worse? Arien, my Silmarien, I'll die with you.-
- No. You're too needed. You're too important, too pivotal, in this Third age that begins. That, if nothing else, I learned from
The White Istari.-
Elrond shook his head.
- I don't care.- whispers, breathless sighs.
- Please, my Lord. You are wise: demonstrate it to me.-
- So, you doesn't love me.-
A sob in the darkness. Sounds of love, denial, and pain.
- I'll take you with me to Tol Eressea, Silmarien. I'll beg if I have too. And if they doesn't accept us, we'll die, together.-
- You can't sail now! My Lord…- her voice trembled.- Please… Lord Círdan was right. I am not worthy. We must not
ambition the First Born's destiny. We have ours.-
- Cruel destiny, bitter destiny.- Elrond said, voice soft and painful, kissing her naked shoulder.- And knowing that you will die
and I would walk Eressea's shores alone, I envy you.-
- You will forget. You will heal, my Lord.-
- I will meet you, Arien, somewhere, even beyond Valinor. We'll meet you in Mandos's Halls. Promise it to me. Stay with me,
till the time comes…-
- No. I must not envy your life. I must not remain here, where I do not belong…- her voice was sweet, and tender- But I will
love you always, my lord. And, if the Valar let me, I will wait for you, somewhere…-
- Arien…-
Would you know my name if I saw you in heaven?…
Would you feel the same if I saw you in heaven?…
I must be strong and carry on,..
She sang, and Elrond hide his face in her hair, knowing it was the last time he would find his happiness as male. He was wise,
and old: she was right. The pale perfect flower he searched for so long has been taken, and breathed, and must die like all the
fragile, beautiful things the elves cherished and were perishable.
He should forget, and fade as an Elf into the horizon, carrying with him the precious memory of their happiness. The memory
in him, would live forever, a hard jewel hurting his heart like Turgon's heart in his chest, his own Silmaril…
Someday, through the sea and sky, I'll find you again, and you'll run to my arms across Mandos's Halls. I will
remember your name, only yours, in the mist.
Silmarien.
Because I know I don't belong here in heaven..
Would you hold my hand if I saw you in heaven?…
Would you help me stand if I saw you in heaven?…
- Stay with me. A day, a month, a year. Stay with me, all the days Eru would give to you. Please, Arien. Please…-
- It would be a long goodbye, my Lord…- she whispered, softly.- You have things to do. And I would answer Mithrandir's
gentleness with a gift. Have you ever heard of the Blue Istaris?-
- What?-
- I was searching for them. They went East, and Saruman made me carry letters for them several times. I can find them
again, and warn them…-
- Are they in Mordor? You can't go there again… not even my will would protect you this time…-
- It worth my life, my Lord. But if I suceed, I'll came back to you, and I will stay here in your safe heaven the rest of my
days.-
- … living happily till the end of your days…?-
- Mr Baggin's?-
- Yes…- he chuckled, eyes full of tears.- Arien, stay, and you'll live happily here, even after the end of your days, I promise
you…-.
I'll find my way, through night and day,
Because I know I just can't stay here in heaven…
Beyond the doors, there's peace I'm sure.
And I know there'll be no more tears in heaven….
- No. But will meet again, my Lord. This, I promise.-
Kisses soft and moist, and tears, and passion melting into slow love. She sang, and Elrond cried, and they stayed together like
two old stone lovers, ancient beings that had stood under the sun and rain in unaccountable days.
We'll embrace, again.
Would you know my name if I saw you in heaven?…
Would you feel the same if I saw you in heaven?…
I must be strong and carry on,..
Because I know I don't belong here in heaven…
She sung till dawn. Then, she was gone for the last time, and Elrond watched her fade in Elfaroth, to the East, as the sun
appeared.
The pale sunlight fell over him, and he looked up, a statue of ice, the sea roaring in his ears.
Now I understand why Elves wants to go.
They want to stop the memories. To vanish.
If this is the gift of Eru to the Elves, is such a cruel gift.
Where do we found rest?
Where I'll can find you?
Tears On Heaven © Eric Clapton
by The Fox.
Chapter Eleven
From Minas Morgul
Tears on Heaven.
End of Autumn
It was Mithrandir who rescued her finally from torture.
It was autumn, the frosty bite staying in each maple, naked tree, when Elrond finally took a hand too thin in his, and stared into
lifeless closed eyes. She was sprawled there in the same white bed, where he had loved that same body that now was
consumed under the Shadow for the last time. He took off his circlet, bent his proud head, and stared, all day, all night.
He had frozen with Rivendell in the cruel winter coming. He had never looked more insular, more aloof, lonelier, with that kind
of gentle look that only really lonely people can get.
It was so cold around him.
Slowly, he touched with soft fingertips, elven fingertips, her forehead.
Mithrandir put slowly a hand in his shoulder.
- She was doing an errand for Denethor, I think. They caught her in Ithilien, and were carrying her into Mordor. Aragorn and I
were in our way, and when I saw her…- his voice trailed off.
- Nazgul.- Elrond spoke, slowly.
- Yes. Four, I think.-
Elrond's hand trembled, and pulled into fists: but then relaxed, and touched softly the lifeless hand in his.
- I told her the last time, that if she walked again into the Shadow, even me will be unable to save her.- he said calmly.
- Such a beautiful lady.- Mithrandir said, old eyes sad.- Let me help. We can't let her die.-
Elrond stood, back to the quiet figure in the bed and to the Istari, who slowly, tenderly, with a hand callous from work but soft
enough to play with children was brushing back her hair from her forehead.- My tiny girl, don't go…-
- She wants to, Mithrandir. And if she wants it, I don't see why to stop her.- said Elrond, coldly. Mithrandir rose disbelieving,
enraged eyes, to the taut back of the lord of Imladris, but Elrond remained quiet, red mantle spotless, tunic in perfect rivulets of
pale silver around his form.
- Why would a young, sweet lady search death? She is valiant, and powerful. And maybe more alike you anyone I ever met,
and that includes your sons and daughter.- said Mithrandir, voice stern.- Did you two fight?-
Elrond chuckled, bitter, horribly.
- Elrond…-
- She had a drop of elf blood. She wanted to test it. She wants so badly to go overseas, she is willingly going to her death to
find her final destiny, Death or Mandos's Halls.- it was hatred, venom in his voice. Never, even in his anger at Isildur had
Mithrandir heard such cold fury in the wise, the gentle lord of the Last Homely House. The Istari eyed him back, and spoke
with sad acceptance.
- You loved her.-
- I wish.-
- Didn't you?-
- I wish to have loved her. I wish to never have met her. I wish to …- his voice dropped, and stopped. His hand grabbed the
windowsill, and clenched.
A moan.
A tear.
Arien 's hollowed cheeks were pearled.
Mithrandir rose, suddenly older, tired, grayer. He left the room, with a last look to Elrond, whose back was shaking.
A ring with a stone of a brilliant, fiery glow, stood out from the pale dying woman in the bed, like a drop of blood and fire in her
hand.
Tenderly, Mithrandir closed the door.
Why? Why did you left me?
Elrond circled the bed, eyes wary, different. It was a tiny spark of insanity there, ready to explode into a fire.
Didn't you feel ready to be my lady? Were you afraid of other's opinion of us? Did you grow tired of me? What,
didn't I satisfied you?
Did you ever love me?
- Did you EVER love me, Arien?!- Elrond yelled suddenly, yanking the covers away. Arien looked like a corpse, still and
bluish, only the hand where Narya rested still warm and alive. Elrond could see through her thinning veil of flesh, the spirit
trembling inside, white and elfish, pure and human, ready to go…
Elrond grabbed her by the shoulders, and shook her wildly.
- You will not die! I would not let you escape again! I will not let you flee from me again, Arien! NOW, ANSWER ME!-
The light was fading.
Elrond's entire body shook by deep, despairing sobs. Bitter and salty, and painful.
I had forgotten tears.
I want to hate you.
Slowly, so slowly, Elrond, eyes fixed in the body spread in the bed, took off his circlet and let it fall. His mantle came next.
His tunic pooled at his feet.
The moon lightened the lines of his body, eternal, pale mithril.
He crouched over her, dark hair pooling over the pillow.
You are not going anywhere. You are mine.
Wherever you go, I'm going with you.
He twined around the still body, Vilya answering Narya. He embraced and penetrated: he enveloped her own flickering soul in
his hands, sheltering her with his own burning power, the limits of his soul a shield. He mixed himself with her, forcing a
response from her dying body, his unforgiving powerful hands eliciting a spark of life from the too tired soul.
Come to me. Come back to me.
Power, raw power burning his nerves. The Shadow, invading.
And pain. Elrond clawed his way on Arien, calling, ordering, and yelling. He grabbed wildly the soul departing, tearing it into
pieces with his hands, hiding it into him, and banishing the Shadow with his bare hands. And when Narya was insufficient fire,
when Vilya was not enough strength, his soul shone, wildly, immortal.
I'll gave my life. But you'll have to tear me apart to take her from me, Shadow.
Mandos.
Eru.
She is mine.
She didn't look at him.
Elrond had awoke in the side of a alive and awake, but cold eyed Arien.
My Silmarien.
She didn't look at him.
He would have kissed her.
She turned her head to the window, and stayed still.
Elrond dressed himself with cold hands, his back to her, and left.
Five days after that, Elrond was standing in the garden's doors, looking the lasts leaves fall into dying parchments in the
sleeping soil, when he felt footsteps behind him.
Love, my love, my love…
- So you're going again.- he said, barely turning. Arien had bowed, and a braid of now not sunset, but pale autumn leaves. And
her eyes, finding his, was no more silver, but translucent clouds.
She would fade.
Maybe she would live here in Rivendell, where the time stops.
But outside, a flicker of Shadow, and it would erase her like the memory of a song. She would fade like a sunset,
unique and unrepeatable for all the eternity.
And I'll remain.
She is only alive for my will. But even if I can force her to live, I cannot force her to live for me…
- Yes, my Lord. I thank you deeply with your help, and your kind healing. There's no words to describe my gratitude.- she
spoke, slowly, formally.
Their eyes talked, and cried.
Elrond walked into the gardens, his feet loudless, even over wrinkled dead leaves. The scarlet mantle caressed the ground
behind him, and he rested a hand in a golden, autumn tree that spread his branched high and naked, opening its arms to the sky
of black aqua painting over them.
He looked sad, there, powerful and old eyes watching, needing, and alone. The leaves pooled at his feet, and reflected a pale
sun, dying in red and black.
Sunset. Goodbye, my one and last sunset love.
- You don't need to thank me, Arien.- he said, tiredly.
- I do.- she said, voice even and formal.- In my sire's sake so, the Steward of Gondor.-
Silence. A single leave fell, and with a last bow, she whirled around.
No.
The halls were dark, the gardens even more so, as the afternoon died, and when the sun disappeared, something died into
Elrond's heart. It was that surety, that secret hope that somewhere in the Middle Earth the happiness long awaited was
searching for him. The certainty he would be happy, some day, some way.
The smile of Elros when he died.
You were happy. You loved, and you were happy, Elros, and you never, ever, tell me how you did it.
What is the meaning of all this?
I'm tired. I want to sail. I want to go away and fade. What is this, what is worths? Is this the desperation they call
longing for the sea, be tired of the Middle earth? Because I'm tired, jaded.
I wanted love.
And now all is gray, even the smile of my children.
But Elrond was no Elf ready to accept gracefully his waning. The Elf in him has accepted defeat, and bowed, ready to go.
But the Human was still strong, and Humans doesn't accept defeat.
He suddenly bolted, a last survival mad grab, and slammed Arien against the door.
Her eyes widened, but before she could turn in her face to him, he was on her, kissing, claiming what was his. With a shaking
that was the fall of chains, she answered, Silmarien again, powerful elf lady, defiant human woman.
Elrond took her against that door, careless of who could walk into them, careless of the world. It was ardent fury, and
mindless passion, desperation to live cresting like a last tide.
And then, they were quiet, Arien nested in his arms in an ottoman, as the night fell.
- Why?-
- …Why?-
- Why did you leave me?- his voice was deep in the almost darkness, just a fireplace stealing glimpses of their faces. She was
bare in his arms, nested in the cocoon of his limbs, her hair a luxurious caress enveloping them. Elrond was sitting naked, arms
and legs open to envelop her, the red mantle still covering his shoulders, warming her bare thigh. His hair fell in straight tendrils
around his neck, over hers, and they stared to the fire, quietly, silently.
His eyes were narrowed, dark, open even as he kissed open mouthed her nape. Eyes that were fiery and cold, and
determinate.
- I can't go with you, my Lord. You can't go with me. It was better to separate. Or the pain will be too horrible, in the end.-
A sigh.
- Do you dare to think it could be worse? Arien, my Silmarien, I'll die with you.-
- No. You're too needed. You're too important, too pivotal, in this Third age that begins. That, if nothing else, I learned from
The White Istari.-
Elrond shook his head.
- I don't care.- whispers, breathless sighs.
- Please, my Lord. You are wise: demonstrate it to me.-
- So, you doesn't love me.-
A sob in the darkness. Sounds of love, denial, and pain.
- I'll take you with me to Tol Eressea, Silmarien. I'll beg if I have too. And if they doesn't accept us, we'll die, together.-
- You can't sail now! My Lord…- her voice trembled.- Please… Lord Círdan was right. I am not worthy. We must not
ambition the First Born's destiny. We have ours.-
- Cruel destiny, bitter destiny.- Elrond said, voice soft and painful, kissing her naked shoulder.- And knowing that you will die
and I would walk Eressea's shores alone, I envy you.-
- You will forget. You will heal, my Lord.-
- I will meet you, Arien, somewhere, even beyond Valinor. We'll meet you in Mandos's Halls. Promise it to me. Stay with me,
till the time comes…-
- No. I must not envy your life. I must not remain here, where I do not belong…- her voice was sweet, and tender- But I will
love you always, my lord. And, if the Valar let me, I will wait for you, somewhere…-
- Arien…-
Would you know my name if I saw you in heaven?…
Would you feel the same if I saw you in heaven?…
I must be strong and carry on,..
She sang, and Elrond hide his face in her hair, knowing it was the last time he would find his happiness as male. He was wise,
and old: she was right. The pale perfect flower he searched for so long has been taken, and breathed, and must die like all the
fragile, beautiful things the elves cherished and were perishable.
He should forget, and fade as an Elf into the horizon, carrying with him the precious memory of their happiness. The memory
in him, would live forever, a hard jewel hurting his heart like Turgon's heart in his chest, his own Silmaril…
Someday, through the sea and sky, I'll find you again, and you'll run to my arms across Mandos's Halls. I will
remember your name, only yours, in the mist.
Silmarien.
Because I know I don't belong here in heaven..
Would you hold my hand if I saw you in heaven?…
Would you help me stand if I saw you in heaven?…
- Stay with me. A day, a month, a year. Stay with me, all the days Eru would give to you. Please, Arien. Please…-
- It would be a long goodbye, my Lord…- she whispered, softly.- You have things to do. And I would answer Mithrandir's
gentleness with a gift. Have you ever heard of the Blue Istaris?-
- What?-
- I was searching for them. They went East, and Saruman made me carry letters for them several times. I can find them
again, and warn them…-
- Are they in Mordor? You can't go there again… not even my will would protect you this time…-
- It worth my life, my Lord. But if I suceed, I'll came back to you, and I will stay here in your safe heaven the rest of my
days.-
- … living happily till the end of your days…?-
- Mr Baggin's?-
- Yes…- he chuckled, eyes full of tears.- Arien, stay, and you'll live happily here, even after the end of your days, I promise
you…-.
I'll find my way, through night and day,
Because I know I just can't stay here in heaven…
Beyond the doors, there's peace I'm sure.
And I know there'll be no more tears in heaven….
- No. But will meet again, my Lord. This, I promise.-
Kisses soft and moist, and tears, and passion melting into slow love. She sang, and Elrond cried, and they stayed together like
two old stone lovers, ancient beings that had stood under the sun and rain in unaccountable days.
We'll embrace, again.
Would you know my name if I saw you in heaven?…
Would you feel the same if I saw you in heaven?…
I must be strong and carry on,..
Because I know I don't belong here in heaven…
She sung till dawn. Then, she was gone for the last time, and Elrond watched her fade in Elfaroth, to the East, as the sun
appeared.
The pale sunlight fell over him, and he looked up, a statue of ice, the sea roaring in his ears.
Now I understand why Elves wants to go.
They want to stop the memories. To vanish.
If this is the gift of Eru to the Elves, is such a cruel gift.
Where do we found rest?
Where I'll can find you?
Tears On Heaven © Eric Clapton