Our Choice
Part 2
My brother thinks I do not understand.
He has always been impatient. Never could he find contentment in waiting, in being still.
He thinks I have fallen in love with the fading light in the Elves' eyes, but that is not so. I am in love with Arda itself. I do not fear the passing of the time.
Never was I surprised by my brother's decision. I do understand, though I cannot make the same choice. We are two unique fear in indistinguishable hroar. This has always been our fate.
Farewell, dear Elros. May we meet again in Arda Healed.
Last Updated December 11, 2007