By morning, news of Glorohtar's death had spread throughout the House, and everyone was deeply saddened, but comforted by the fact that he was now with his wife. A stone had been made during the night and placed on his grave in the morning. It read simply, 'Glorohtar – Faithful and loved to the very end'.
By morning, the earth had completely covered Glorohtar's body, keeping him safe from the elements and from scavengers. She would not suffer one of her children to be defiled in such a way. Many people came throughout the day to pay their respects, including Beleglor once again. He was glad they were together again and had resigned himself to this day, but it did not make it any easier. He planted the seeds of flowers on their mounds, new lives to come from their deaths.
As he sat with them once again, with his ever faithful and beloved Faerien by his side, he knew he had his own decision to make. Skilled as he was, Lord Elrond and his beautiful House could not heal Beleglor's deep wounds. He knew that he had another path of his own to tread.
Days turned into weeks, but they were all a blur in Beleglor's eyes. He lost his daughter and his son so close together there was not time to register it. The shock had worn off, and the grief began. His wounds were growing deeper. He had the love of his Faerien, but he feared that it was not enough. He had to leave.
On the third week marking Farothwen's death, Beleglor and Faerien said farewell to their closest and most beloved friends. Once again, Elrond and his family were there to see them off.
'Master Elrond,' Beleglor said slowly. 'I cannot thank you enough for all the love and care you have shown us all, whether in life or death. Your generous hospitality, your aid, your warmth, your love, everything you have done for us.'
'It was all my pleasure, Master Beleglor, and I would give it all freely again. Our short time with your children brought us all happiness and joy, and I thank you and them for that. I just wished that we would have parted differently.'
'I'm sure we all wish that.'
Beleglor and Faerien said goodbye to all who turned out to wish them well. They were departing for the Grey Havens, and sailing across the Sea beyond them. Beleglor sought the healing of the Undying Lands, the Elvenhome that was his home a long time ago. He had come to Middle-earth to avenge the loss of his people, slaughtered by the Noldor, but found no peace when their whole race fell. He lived alone in Mirkwood for many thousands of years as a minstrel, but then his life changed forever when he found the small parcel by the King's Halls. He knew he could only achieve peace when he came back to his homeland, his hatred of the Noldor vanished. He knew that, returning with his Noldorin wife-to-be, he was a completely different person to that vengeful, bitter, angry one he was when he first came to the Eastern shores.
Their two horses were waiting. Beleglor and his best friend Lindir embraced once more, and then Beleglor mounted his horse, his eyes saying so many things he never had time to say to everyone who was there. Finally, he turned away, and he and Faerien started their long journey to their life together beyond the Sea.