Unforgiven

“For a moment it wavered, looking to the West; but out of the West came a cold wind, and it bent away, and with a sigh dissolved into nothing.” ~RotK, The Scouring of the Shire

Soul dissolving, darkness descending… the spirit of the fallen Istari will never find a lasting abode, never will it find peace or rest.

No place in the Hall of Mandos, no happy ending in store for evil. There is nowhere the spirit could go, no place where it is welcome to reside. Betraying trust, committing too many sins, it will dissolve and fall into a never-ending cycle of darkness and shadows, trapped in doom forever.

Drifting aimlessly, the once noble spirit is now forever lost in an empty, dark void, cursed to eternal floundering in the wide abyss of time.