For Altariel, who was curious about the palantiri.
Pitilessly pure, their reflection—stone knows no falsehood. Yet even the palantíri grew dim, near-sighted: the subtle glass cracked as the globes fell to foes or fire.
In the new age, not all things can be renewed: shards they are now of a vast Bygone. Elessar looks west once more into the Anor—stone, then lets it fade forever.