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I had created this realm for it to be a safe place. It wasn't enough to save you.
No prayers can move the lord of Mandos to pity once more. There is no rest that can allow me to forget you. There is nothing but a void that I could not have understood before today.
Your destiny was to live forever. However different we were, death would not come to separate us. No matter how much havoc might come upon the sons of Eru, I would keep you safe.
But not even my spells could keep you from your mistakes. I should have seen sooner how easy it was for evil to penetrate here, instead of stubbornly believing that even without Lúthien's voice, even after the fate that Túrin met, Doriath would remain in bloom.
I did not do enough to keep you from the curses that were about to devour us.
The day our eyes met, I was able to really see the beauty of this land for the first time. But without you, what was left of that radiance is dead. This place is now condemned and corrupted, and the nightingales will no longer be able to sing here.
I envy our daughter, who has known the gift of mortals. Even if she slipped away like you did. At least she will be allowed peace, now that she is together with the one to whom she has given her heart.
I will not be granted her same choice, no matter how I may wish to.
I cannot stay here. Everywhere you look, Doriath is empty. All that's left is your blood, and silence.
And even if the gardens of Lórien are no longer my home, even if they will not give me back what I have lost, perhaps it will be there that I will find solace. But I will not be able to forget. I have failed to protect what I swore to preserve, and the memory of your demise will be the price I will pay.
I will remember the moment I saw you and I couldn't help but look at you, won by love, but when I turn to look at you you won't be there. I'll dream and believe to hold you again, waking up alone.
And I will sing just for you a song of pain, hoping you can hear me one more time.