I really like this part of the debate of Finrod and Andreth.
‘Andreth adaneth, the life and love of the Eldar dwells much in memory; and we (if not ye) would rather have a memory that is fair but unfinished than one that goes on to a grievous end. Now he will ever remember thee in the sun of morning, and that last evening by the water of Aeluin in which he saw thy face mirrored with a star caught in thy hair – ever, until the North-wind brings the night of his flame. Yea, and after that,sitting in the House of Mandos in the Halls of Awaiting until the end of Arda.’
Some people are like Elves.
‘Whither go you?’ she said.
‘North away,’ he said: ‘to the swords, and the siege, and the walls of defence – that yet for a while in Beleriand rivers may run clean, leaves spring, and birds build their nests, ere Night comes.’
Tell him. Tell him not to be reckless. Not to seek danger beyond need!
”I will tell him,’ said Finrod. ‘But I might as well tell thee not to weep. He is a warrior, Andreth, and a spirit of wrath. In every stroke that he deals he sees the Enemy who long ago did thee this hurt.
‘But you are not for Arda. Whither you go may you find light. Await us there, my brother – and me.’
Farewells are really sad.
