Drabble written for dawn felagund's word-of-the-day challenge.
Shadows
We Elves have a shadow before us. What will become of our fëar when the world ends not even the Valar know, and if Eru has decided he has yet to make his choice known. Will we have a place in the Second Music, or will we simply cease to exist, mere incidentals swept away by the Breaking of the World?
Here, exiled under the fading sun I envy my grandchildren - they may choose mortality, and after death go on, beyond the circles of the world to the sempiternal place of Men. The fortunate ones whose shadow lies behind.