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[ninefingered]

Is it safe now for me to post to the Network? 'tis not about mushro The Lady Galadriel sang to us as we left Lothlórien. I have been trying to recall the words.

I believe this is how it went: Namárië! Nai hiruvalyë Valimar. Nai elyë hiruva. Namárië! And I believe this is what it means: "Farewell! May (it be) that thou finds Valimar. May (it be)

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[the_futurequeen]

What language is that, if you don't mind my asking? It sounds lovely.

[ninefingered]

It is the language of the Elves, in the old tongue. They are very beautiful people, the Elves, and they create such beauty in the world.

[foxfacades]

Death is not always cruel. Sometimes it is even a mercy.

[ninefingered]

Sometimes. But we think that before we even know what death actually is.

I cannot imagine not existing.

[foxfacades]

Perhaps when we think of death as an ultimate release from worldly pain, we're trying to console ourselves in the face of suffering.

Nor I. Is that what you believe death is?

[ninefingered]

I do not know what death is, I can only make guesses.

[to_turn_away]

Why look beyond death when there is something to strive for while corporeal?

[ninefingered]

Because I have done my striving, and now I must wait.

[to_turn_away]

And what will you do while waiting?

[ninefingered]

I am writing down the great deeds of those I have been honored to help.