Royal Chief Archivist Note: The following was found within the annuals of Rivendell, and is directly translated from the manuscipt written by the she-Elf Celevoniêl, daughter of Iphanterien, to whose tale we sadly do not know the end of.
Could it be that the Mortals' part of Ilúvatar’s Song could be sweeter?
Could it be they whose Laterns burn hotter, brighter Than immortal lights
Be the sweeter part Of Ilúvatar’s plan for The world He hath wrought?
Yea the Eldar live Scores of years longer than the Secondborn children but
Perhaps in their brief Existence upon Arda’s Vast lands is the more
Joyous, and perhaps It is sweeter than honey More glorious than
Varda’s handiwork That glitter as diamonds in The curtains of black
Could the Edain know Greater joy than the Eldar? Surely they know less
Sorrow than those of Ilúvatar’s creation who Endure for as long
As Arda itself? Since they are not bound to the Circles of the World
Can they see their Gift For what it is: Freedom from Eternal despair?
I know that there are Those of the Edain who would Give up Ilúvatar’s
Gift to them if they Could live forever in their Present form
Could have our own gift Of immortality; but As one who lives with
The Gift, it is not All the Secondborn believe or Dream it to be
I, Celevoniêl, daughter Of Iphanterien have lived long enough To become wearied to the very core of my soul
Will the West truly Offer me the rest I seek Or must I go to the Halls to find rest?
Even then I am in Doubt Mandos can offer me The rest I so crave
O, Ilúvatar, Hear the cry of your child Give my soul its rest!
Or else I beg thee To release me from the bonds Of this World’s oppressive Circles
Hear my cry, release Me from this curse of the Eldar, make me as one of the Edain...
Archivist Post Script: Her Majesty the Queen Arwen I, has informed me it is known through the Elven oral history that Iphanterien o sell Celevoniêl departed into the West shortly after she wrote these verses. It is however unknown whether or not Celevoniêl found her peace as those who go do not return from far yonder shores of Aman.
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