Although we ride together, the journey passes in near silence, for what
words can express my sorrow and guilt in leaving you? I
know that this will be the last journey we take together, and pray all
the while that you will change your mind at the last – or that I will –
but in my heart I know it will not be. You are as set on this
course as I am.
You find such hope and strength in the rise of men and their realms –
you always were more optimistic than I. You do not despair as the
flame of each brief lifespan flickers and dies, but see instead the
glorious spark of passion to achieve and create so much in the short
time they have.
At the quay we make our final farewell. The words come at last,
but are unnecessary. Our last embrace, our tears, say more
than any words ever could to express the emptiness I feel. I
stand at the stern of the ship, watching, as your figure dwindles into
the distance, and know that now – and for evermore – I am alone.
Goodbye, my brother. I will miss you to the end of my days.
Although we ride together, the journey passes in near silence. I
am reminded of so many other journeys together – escapades and
adventures when we were children, routine patrols when we were
oh-so-serious young warriors, the deadly chases and vengeful searches
of later years.
And this – this will be the last journey we take together.
You have lost all joy in Arda, and can see only the fading of the elves
and the loss of all we have ever loved. Yet you do not despair,
and are full of hope and longing for what will come. You always
were more optimistic than I. You ride with your eyes fixed on the
distant horizon, the wondrous new land awaiting you, and the reunions
that will follow this last, bitter parting.
At the quay we make our final farewell, the saddest I have ever
known. Already I can feel the emptiness in my heart as we embrace
for the last time and our tears flow and mingle. Standing on the
dock, I watch until your ship fades into the faint sea mist, and I know
that you are truly gone.
Goodbye, little brother. I will miss you to the end of my days.
Notes: If you're not sure, Elrohir is the first speaker,
then Elladan. I don't really think that the twins chose different
fates - I firmly believe that they both sailed - but began thinking,
'what if they did part'?