Automne... Quelle belle saison. Un automne doré, coloré. Un regain de l'âge d'or. Paisible. La nature accueillante, pleine de rires et de joie, dans une parfaite harmonie. Une sorte d'adieu. Tout cela me fait penser... A Frodo. Un dernier au revoir avant la plus terrible des quêtes. A un retour aussi. Et à l'elanor et au niphredil.
In a way, I think I would have been glad being an elf, but also really sad. Immortality means to always say goodbye. How could someone live in a mortal world after leaving the Trees of Valinor ? And then abandoning the beauty of Doriath ? And finishing by losing the last remnants of a forgotten world ? I could'nt. I don't envy the fate of Galadriel. Already my short human life seems so sad to me : always finding, always leaving. I'm happy to think that in the end, there's always death somewhere, and that I will not lose anymore. I'ts really reassuring. I know I've still so much time to live, and I'm happy to have it, but when time comes, I don't think I'll cling on life or fear anything. One thing I know for sure : it isn't death the is terrifying. It's life.
Fate. I would'nt have thought it would come from here. But here it is. So be it.