Lhunithiliel
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It can not be true love if you say you love someone and then try to change him/her. Because even if you change this person up to your desires, then he/she will not be the same one you had become to love at first. Then, whom are you going to love?But Aldarion, looking east towards the night, was silent. At last he answered, but softly, as one that speaks to himself: "The fair people of the Elves? The green shores? The mountains wreathed in cloud? The regions of mist and shadow beyond guess?...
Aldarion had become enamoured of the Great Sea, and of a ship riding there alone without sight of land, borne by the winds with foam at its throat to coasts and havens unguessed; and that love and desire never left him until his life's end.
...for Aldarion was a man long-sighted, and he looked forward to days when the people would need more room and greater wealth; and whether he himself knew this clearly or no, he dreamed of the glory of Númenor and the power of its kings, and he sought for footholds whence they could step to wider dominion...
Aldarion, I think could not respond otherwise because his pride AND his feelings were deeply hurt.Aldarion was changed: his face was become grey, cold, and hostile, as the sea when the sun suddenly veiled in dull cloud. Standing before his father he spoke slowly with tone of contempt rather than of wrath.
And still he loved her to the end!. I have now neither wife, nor love of this land, left. I will go from this misenchanted isle of daydreams where women in their insolence would have men cringe.
---------"It is far below my hope of her. She has dwindled; and if I have wrought this, then black is my blame. But do the large shrink in adversity? This was not the way, not even in hate or revenge! She should have demanded that a great house be prepared for her, called for a Queen's escort, and come back to Armenelos with her beauty adorned, royally, with the star on her brow; then well nigh all the Isle of Numenor she might have bewitched to her part, and made me seem madman and churl. The Valar be my witness, I would rather have had it so: rather a beautiful Queen to thwart me and flout me, than freedom to rule while the Lady Elestirne falls down dim into her own twilight."
Didn't you have enough in the Debate about the Ring?Though in the corner of my mind, I hoped you disagreed and would argue with me
It's always good to argue with women. They have a much more different manner of debating, I would say a more noble way. And you also showed that you're a mostly adept debater.Originally posted by Lhunithiliel
Didn't you have enough in the Debate about the Ring?
And what is so good in debating me?[/B]
Just like Aragorn's attitude to Arwen's choice.. Right?Originally posted by Millena
I haven't read the tale yet, but I thought I could say something on the main topic : why doesn't Tolkien say something more about romances is probably a topic for itself.... But the tale of Beren and Luthien (also forbidden love) is so... well, beautiful. She sacrifised her immortal life and faced the unknown for the sake of love... I always wondered how Beren felt about that?
Originally posted by gate7ole
The fate of Idril and Tuor was (if I remember correctly) that they sailed to find Valinor, but never succeeded or returned to ME.
Do you really consider their fate easier than the others?
Beren and Luthien at least had a far greater period of joy at the "Place of the Dead Who Live" (or smth like that). As for Aragorn and Arwen, their fate was to be envied.
So, I conclude, Tuor and Idril were the mostly ill-fated of the 3 couples of human and elf.
How sad!'I have not asked for comfort,' said Andreth. 'For what do I
need it?'
'For the doom of Men that has touched thee as a woman,'
said Finrod. 'Dost thou think that I do not know? Is he not my
brother dearly loved? Aegnor: Aikanar, the Sharp-flame, swift
and eager. And not long are the years since you first met, and
your hands touched in this darkness. Yet then thou wert a
maiden, brave and eager, in the morning upon the high hills of
Dorthonion.'
'Say on!' said Andreth. 'Say: who art now but a wise-woman,
alone, and age that shall not touch him has already set winter's
grey in thy hair! But say not thou to me, for so he once did!'
'Alas!' said Finrod. 'That is the bitterness, beloved adaneth,
woman of Men, is it not? that has run through all your words. If
I could speak any comfort, you would deem it lordly from one
on my side of the sundering doom. But what can I say, save to
remind you of the Hope that you yourself have revealed?'
'I did not say that it was ever my hope,' answered Andreth.
'And even were it so, I would still cry: why should this hurt
come here and now? Why should we love you, and why should
ye love us (if ye do), and yet set the gulf between?' …….
'Speak of neither to me!' said Andreth. 'I desire neither. I was
young and I looked on his flame, and now I am old and lost. He
was young and his flame leaped towards me, but he turned
away, and he is young still. Do candles pity moths?'
'Or moths candles, when the wind blows them out?' said
Finrod. 'Adaneth, I tell thee, Aikanar the Sharp-flame loved
thee. For thy sake now he will never take the hand of any bride
of his own kindred, but live alone to the end, remembering the
morning in the hills of Dorthonion. But too soon in the North-
wind his flame will go out! Foresight is given to the Eldar in
many things not far off, though seldom of joy, and I say to thee
thou shalt live long in the order of your kind, and he will go
forth before thee and he will not wish to return.'
Then Andreth stood up and stretched her hands to the fire.
'Then why did he turn away? Why leave me while I had still a
few good years to spend?'
'Alas!' said Finrod. 'I fear the truth will not satisfy thee. The
Eldar have one kind, and ye another; and each judges the others
by themselves - until they learn, as do few. This is time of war,
Andreth, and in such days the Elves do not wed or bear child;
but prepare for death - or for flight. Aegnor has no trust (nor
have I) in this siege of Angband that it will last long; and then
what will become of this land? If his heart ruled, he would have
wished to take thee and flee far away, east or south, forsaking
his kin, and thine. Love and loyalty hold him to his. What of
thee to thine? Thou hast said thyself that there is no escape by
flight within the bounds of the world.'
'For one year, one day, of the flame I would have given all:
kin, youth, and hope itself: adaneth I am,' said Andreth.
'That he knew,' said Finrod; 'and he withdrew and did not
grasp what lay to his hand: elda he is. For such barters are paid
for in anguish that cannot be guessed, until it comes, and in
ignorance rather than in courage the Eldar judge that they are
made.
'Nay, adaneth, if any marriage can be between our kindred
and thine, then it shall be for some high purpose of Doom. Brief
it will be and hard at the end. Yea, the least cruel fate that could
befall would be that death should soon end it.'
'But the end is always cruel - for Men,' said Andreth. 'I
would not have troubled him, when my short youth was spent.
I would not have hobbled as a hag after his bright feet, when I
could no longer run beside him! '
'Maybe not,' said Finrod. 'So you feel now. But do you think
of him? He would not have run before thee. He would have
stayed at thy side to uphold thee. Then pity thou wouldst have
had in every hour, pity inescapable. He would not have thee so
shamed.
'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.'
'And what shall I remember?' said she. 'And when I go to
what halls shall I come? To a darkness in which even the
memory of the sharp flame shall be quenched? Even the memory
of rejection. That at least.'
ahhhh.... When I saw the first few words of your post I knew what was coming.Originally posted by Lhunithiliel
How sad!
I’d appreciate if someone could tell if there is somewhere else said anything about this relationship.
Yet, what do you think? Who of these two loved truly and better?
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