Do I stay or do I go?

We have become old in our happiness, my Undomíel and I. And Gondor - does Gondor yet need me? She needs a king, I do believe. Her people need one to love.

They will have one who shines like a star. How I love him, this Eldarion of mine, himself grown old, though his form is young.

If I leave, I will not see any of them again.

But to rest at last! And -

In the blink of an eye, I will know; know more than any journeyman in this world.

I go.