
Then he spoke to Beren, saying: 'I go now to my long rest in the timeless halls beyond the seas and the Mountains of Aman. It will be long ere I am seen among the Noldor again; and it may be that we shall not meet a second time in death of life, for the fates of our kindreds are apart. Farewell!' He died then in the dark, in Tol-in-Gaurhoth, whose great tower he himself had built. Thus King Finrod Felagund, fairest and most beloved of the house of Finwë, redeemed his oath; but Beren mourned beside him in despair.
Originally posted by Lhunithiliel
Please, let me slightly change the topic, for there is a question that has bothered me for a while.
If Elves were immortal and as they knew that they could lose their body, but their souls can never perish and can be reincarnated into a new body, then WHY were they so afraid of death?
I too, thought this could be the reason. Isn't it sad that these fair creatures would have been slain in such ruthless manners?! One must have been "ripped" off to die. A death can never be a pleasant experience, true, but at least there are swift and "easier" deaths. Poor Elves! They could not hope for such!Rangerdave: Well, it may be that it hurts. Since the Elves can only be "killed" through violent means. I would think that would be something to avoid.
But her beauty has greater than their beauty, and her sorrow was deeper than their sorrow
Certainly, they would be afraid of losing their hröa (body) and then going to the Halls of Mandos, but they were afraid of death, or rather what happens after they die. The fëar of the elves was tied to Arda, and that was something that ate at them, what happened to the elves after the end of the world?If Elves were immortal and as they knew that they could lose their body, but their souls can never perish and can be reincarnated into a new body, then WHY were they so afraid of death?
You see us, the Quendi, still in the first ages of our being, and the end is far off. As maybe among you death may seem to a young man in his strength; save that we have long years of life and thought already behind us. But the end will come. That we all know. And then we must.die; we must perish utterly, it seems, for we belong to Arda (in hröa and fëa). And beyond that what? "The going out to no return," as you say; "the uttermost end, the irremediable loss"?
'Our hunter is slow-footed, but he never loses the trail. Beyond the day when he shall blow the mort, we have no certainty, no knowledge. And no one speaks to us of hope.'