Blog #3 - Life As I Know It
Based off Chapters 16-22 I write these words in a time when grief and glory are mingled together, and it is hard to tell which weighs heavier upon my heart. So much has unfolded in the lands, and though I once gazed upon the light of the Two Trees in Aman, now I dwell beneath a sky ever darkened by the will of Morgoth. At times, this tale feels too vast to grasp… so many battles, betrayals, and deaths, yet I cannot help but return in thought to my own part within it. The Doom of Mandos lingers over all of us who dared to forsake the Blessed Realm. I can still recall His words on the shores of Araman, echoing in my memory like the toll of a bell. Indeed, those tears have fallen, and the count of them grows ever greater. When first I heard that pronouncement, I felt defiant. Surely the might of the Noldor, trained in the wisdom of Valinor and armed with the fire of FĂ«anor’s oath, could overcome any doom. But now, after years of war and ruin, I perceive the truth more clearly: it was ...