Erollo engë ar ëa ar ëuva:

I am insane now, I know it. No Man can experience the awesome power that destroyed Morgoth and remain sane. Moreover, with Morgoth's defeat more visions and knowledge flooded into my mind already full of things no man should know.

Nan Alpha ar Omega,

The gods of my childhood are real, dwelling in the ancient land of Valinor across the Great Sea, but that matters little to me now. Morgoth was originally counted as one of the gods, perhaps even the greatest among them. Even the most powerful of gods is before the power helpless.

I Minya ar i Tella,

My visions have set history before me as a book. I see Morgoth lying on the ground asleep and helpless before the mortal Beren and the Elf maiden Lúthien, Beren ready to cut from the Iron Crown a holy Silmaril which Morgoth stole in ancient days. I see all the forces of Morgoth slain by Elven army of the the other gods, the horrible tyrant in a great Iron Chain, Sauron cut down by the hand of Isildur. If gods I could indeed call the Dark Lords, they are far from all powerful.

I Yessë ar i Metta.

What I thought was reverence for Sauron was nothing but fear. A childish fear of death and the unknown threw me into a mindless obedience. Seeing Morgoth's annihilation, I am beyond fear.

Istan i cáriet,

I look at what lies beyond. That power that shone in Bombadil's eyes and wiped Morgoth from reality. That awesome power that bent the world and destroyed Númenor. Even more, that truly incomprehensible power that brought the universe into existence.

Ne quetintë nat cuina,

The power is none other than Eru Ilúvatar, the One and Father of All, the True God. He is truly beyond the universe, watching the world from the Timeless Halls. He is infinite. The mortal mind simply cannot handle thoughts of Him, who rules both chaos and order, life and death.

Ná nat firin.

Death… Death is the Gift of Man from Eru Ilúvatar. He gave to the Elves immortality and with it the charge to remain in this world until the End of Days; to Men He gave the Gift of Death and freed them from eternal bondage to the world. The Dark Lords spread a fear of death among Men because it is a mystery to all. Given enough time and inquiry, a Man could find out anything about the world of life. What lies beyond death, though, is a mystery know not even to the gods, to none but Eru. To go on a journey whose destination is unknown and from which return is impossible is indeed an unsettling prospect, which the Dark Lords molded into outright fear.

Á ná cuiva,

There is indeed an example of Men who "defeated" death with the aid of the Dark Lords: the Nine Ringwraiths slave to Sauron. Death is the necessary end of life, and without it the gift of life, meant to be a blessing of Eru, instead becomes a curse, causing one to grow weary of the world and in time come to hate it. I now realize the Ringwraith is the immortal being I and the rest of those in the cult of Sauron aspired to become; I now hate it.

Ar á envinyata i lemyar sé i fenda fíriëo.

I look at my own people, the Easterlings. They stand proud in their old ways and their desire to defend their land from what they believe to be evil foreigners. To accomplish their goal, they took the only path they saw: alliance with Mordor, which offers them the horrible fruit of freedom from death. As the final punishment for their, no, our wrong decision, we must now accept our lot in history as part of the evil that attacked Gondor.

Atalantë, Númenor Velicë.

The ancient land of Númenor, the great kingdom of Men with its beautiful towers and rolling hills, where is it now? The fear of death spread across the land until it drove the people to madness, and now, behold, Númenor lies at the bottom of the sea. Let it sleep beneath the waves forever as monument of the power of Eru, who cast it down when the fear of death consumed the people so completely that even before they died they were no longer truly alive.

Rato tuluvan,

What of the Dark Lord Sauron who still rules Mordor? Even now, two hobbits carry the Ring that is the source of Sauron's power. They will succeed though their quest is impossible, as the quest of Beren and Lúthien was impossible, the voyage of Eärendil was impossible, and the victory of Bombadil was impossible. In the world of of the great artist Eru, impossibility has no meaning

Ar mórë úëuva.

Men alone of Ilúvatar's creation can go beyond the circles of the world, through death. I have been granted by Eru vast knowledge and glimpses of things I have never seen with my own eyes, yet I have been shown nothing about death. It remains the one great mystery, which none can solve lest they take the trip themselves. Death now fascinates me, precisely for the reason it is a great mystery.

Hallelujah!

Indeed I fear not death; I look forward to it. My mind is too warped, too abstract, too full of thoughts not of this world to live among Men anymore. I embrace death whenever it comes, even though I know not in the slightest what lies beyond it. I await my time to go, for when my soul leaves this world I shall finally see the answer to the great mystery which even gods cannot solve.

Etelehtë, alcaro, ar valo nar Eruo.

(Author's Note: Thank you for reading my story. The Quenya verses in this final chapter are actually lines translated from part of the song Messiah by Yayoi Yula, which themselves are taken from the Book of Revelation in the Bible. The translation isn't exact, but here is approximately what it reads:

From he who was and is and is to come, I am the Alpha and Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End. I know your doings, that they say you are alive, but you are dead. Be aware, and renew that which is at the threshold of death. Downfalled, Númenor the Great. I am coming soon, and night will be no more. Hallelujah! God possesses all salvation, glory, and power.

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