west of the moon, east of the sun

“There Maedhros in time was healed; for the fire of life was hot within him, and his strength was of the ancient world, such as those possessed who were nurtured in Valinor. His body recovered from his torment and became hale, but the shadow of his pain was in his heart…”
- The Silmarillion, “Of the Return of the Noldor"

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“Maedhros.”

“Lady.”

“Why do you still linger here? Your mother awaits you.”

“I’m not ready.”

“Are you not?”

“What would I do? I am not—”

“You do not have to know what to do. No one does, upon first leaving these Halls.”

“I am not suited to peace any longer.”

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“Does he mean he is not suited, or that he does not deserve it?”

“Both, perhaps. The fire of life burns bright in his spirit again, but he is weighed down still, by guilt and by grief.”

“Hmm.”

“Have you a solution, brother?”

“He desires a purpose. If Manwë agrees, perhaps he might find it across the Sea.”

“Ah, I understand. Perhaps he might serve as a companion to Olórin on his voyage. They would be good for one another, and he is the only one set to depart alone.”

“We will see what Manwë has to say.”