What is it like, I wonder, to be faced with the prospect of dying? To know, from the moment you are old
enough to understand what death means, that someday, you will die? How can you imagine such a thing?
I cannot. But then, I have no need to think of such things. I am one of the Firstborne, cursed with
enternal life. Is it a curse?
It must be so. To be forced to watch all those around you grow old, and perish, it must be a curse.
Was it meant to be so? Was I meant to have such sufferings? Is it only I who suffers?
No, not only I. I see it, day by day, in the eyes of my people. They suffer too.
Would it be better, perhaps, to distance myself from the races of Men and Dwarves? Would it ease my
pain to live only amongst those who suffer the same fate. Or lack of fate.
For, to the elves, there is no end.
Men have a saying, I believe, or something like a saying, that suits the situation. "We are born, we
live, and then we die," they say. 'Tis not so for the Firstborne. We are born, and we live. There is no
end, unless an end should be summoned abruptly to us, by the hands of a fowl Orc, or by the harsh whips
of a Slaver.
Is it better like this, to live until the end of time, if time shall have an end at all? Or is it, as I
have once before suggested, a curse? This I shall ponder for a long while, I believe.
After all, I have all of enternity to do so.
enough to understand what death means, that someday, you will die? How can you imagine such a thing?
I cannot. But then, I have no need to think of such things. I am one of the Firstborne, cursed with
enternal life. Is it a curse?
It must be so. To be forced to watch all those around you grow old, and perish, it must be a curse.
Was it meant to be so? Was I meant to have such sufferings? Is it only I who suffers?
No, not only I. I see it, day by day, in the eyes of my people. They suffer too.
Would it be better, perhaps, to distance myself from the races of Men and Dwarves? Would it ease my
pain to live only amongst those who suffer the same fate. Or lack of fate.
For, to the elves, there is no end.
Men have a saying, I believe, or something like a saying, that suits the situation. "We are born, we
live, and then we die," they say. 'Tis not so for the Firstborne. We are born, and we live. There is no
end, unless an end should be summoned abruptly to us, by the hands of a fowl Orc, or by the harsh whips
of a Slaver.
Is it better like this, to live until the end of time, if time shall have an end at all? Or is it, as I
have once before suggested, a curse? This I shall ponder for a long while, I believe.
After all, I have all of enternity to do so.
