Like you, I wrestle with my thoughts, never speaking of our choice,
delaying and delaying and delaying until we can delay no more. I
have long feared this moment, when I – when we – must face our
heritage; choose our destiny.
Do we take the fate of men or elves? Mortality or
immortality? A brief glorious spark followed by swift death, or a
slow gradual flowering and eventual decline? I love this world;
would gladly take eternity to explore it; but that same eternity
without you, my brother, would be unbearable.
I know I could not endure our father’s unending grief.