End of Days
Invisible fingers of a warm breeze combed gently through the leaves of faded green and dull gold, rustling them gently into a lazy dance and a softly sighed lament, so different to the joyous sounds of sweet voices raised in song and laughter that filled these woods in his youth.
The Elves dwelt here no more, and the melancholy song spoke of their loss. The song’s meaning, if not the words, was not lost on one with the blood of Númenor still flowing in his veins.
Eldarion felt the sorrow, the loneliness, and admitted his readiness to accept Ilúvatar’s gift.