The ring was destroyed and the Evenstar has passed, only in our cruel,
cruel world would it be allowed for one such as Arwen to pass into a world
where no elf should reside, .. and all of it because of man and his
unbending mortality.
Man is passionate like an elf cannot be passionate. One does not have to hurry to achieve things when one is to live forever. Anything an elf wants is gained by simply waiting.
It should not surprise people that an elf can fall in love so easily with a human. How can one not fall in love with a being with so much conviction, so much love for life?
I have been called a hotheaded elf and for an elf, .... I am. I! The one who has not really smiled for over a millennia! But all of my battles and all off my reasons for staying in Middle-earth have passed and I now sail on a ship to the undying lands with Gimli.
The sea is beautiful, and water remains unchanged by time unlike so much. The ship rocks with the risings of the ocean and comforts me while the sharp, salt air gives me clarity I have not felt in a long while. The sky is overrun by heavy, gray clouds, tumbling as far as the eye can see and thunder is booming far away even for the lack of rain.
I have always loved this sky best. It has always had it's own brand of romance to it, it's own type of serious contemplation. It gives me the space and feeling of freedom to finally contemplate my own past. Ha! Nothing happens for centuries and then finally so much happens at one time that you don't have even the time to think! Then after everything is done, solved if you will, all the friends, brothers, lovers, you have made though these experiences fade away so swiftly you wonder if they ever really lived at all.
But I cannot regret, .... how many elves can say they were great friends with the king of Gondor before he became the king of Gondor? Or had a dwarf show them the wonders of the Glittering caves? Or had hobbits tell them stories of a world so less static, so much more rustic then an elves world you almost wished you were a hobbit with nothing more to worry about then annoying cousins. And how many elves can say they were part of something so elite that only one elf was part of it, with comrades willing to die for you? All this blessed to a king's bastard son.
And finally, how many elves can say they knew what it truly is to have loved one of those passionate mortals and then perhaps have had their love returned?
Yes, ...... that story no one has heard.
Man is passionate like an elf cannot be passionate. One does not have to hurry to achieve things when one is to live forever. Anything an elf wants is gained by simply waiting.
It should not surprise people that an elf can fall in love so easily with a human. How can one not fall in love with a being with so much conviction, so much love for life?
I have been called a hotheaded elf and for an elf, .... I am. I! The one who has not really smiled for over a millennia! But all of my battles and all off my reasons for staying in Middle-earth have passed and I now sail on a ship to the undying lands with Gimli.
The sea is beautiful, and water remains unchanged by time unlike so much. The ship rocks with the risings of the ocean and comforts me while the sharp, salt air gives me clarity I have not felt in a long while. The sky is overrun by heavy, gray clouds, tumbling as far as the eye can see and thunder is booming far away even for the lack of rain.
I have always loved this sky best. It has always had it's own brand of romance to it, it's own type of serious contemplation. It gives me the space and feeling of freedom to finally contemplate my own past. Ha! Nothing happens for centuries and then finally so much happens at one time that you don't have even the time to think! Then after everything is done, solved if you will, all the friends, brothers, lovers, you have made though these experiences fade away so swiftly you wonder if they ever really lived at all.
But I cannot regret, .... how many elves can say they were great friends with the king of Gondor before he became the king of Gondor? Or had a dwarf show them the wonders of the Glittering caves? Or had hobbits tell them stories of a world so less static, so much more rustic then an elves world you almost wished you were a hobbit with nothing more to worry about then annoying cousins. And how many elves can say they were part of something so elite that only one elf was part of it, with comrades willing to die for you? All this blessed to a king's bastard son.
And finally, how many elves can say they knew what it truly is to have loved one of those passionate mortals and then perhaps have had their love returned?
Yes, ...... that story no one has heard.