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Based on the end of ep. 1 of Rings of Power, the end of Blade Runner, and me having too much time on my hands.
Tears in the Rain
As we approach the gates to the Undying Lands, I take time to reflect, and reconsider.
To think of those who never departed Valinor.
To know I have seen things these people wouldn't believe.
What I have seen with these Ñoldor eyes.
Great demons of fire, on the shoulders of mountains.
Tips of a million lances, glittering in the dark at Utumno's gates.
As fiery dragons fell, in wrath.
And as they fell, great thunder rose.
Burning, with the cries of orcs.
Light from fire, rather than the light of the Valar,
Now displayed before me.
Thondir stretches out his arm to me, and I wonder,
"Are you proud of yourself, little man?"
How many centuries did we travel? Three, four, five?
Mastering the skills, by which we stayed alive?
Unlike my companions, I would have stayed.
Centuries six, or seven.
Not taken to sea, to sail to lands which to mortals,
Would seem as Heaven.
Would they ever pass these gates, and say to Eru Ilúvatar,
"We want more life."
Quite an experience, to live in fear.
That's what it is to be a slave.
To love, to hate, to family.
Are all these moments to be lost, in time?
Like tears in the rain?
Filling the unyielding depths of the Sundering Sea?
No.
Time to dive.