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Laerdil
"Not of life, but of grief. Time is much on the minds of the Eldar. It is much on my mind; not the shortness of it, for we have all the time of Arda if we will. It is the passing of all that is good that grieves us. The years are to us a passing breeze. One follows another and may bring a different scent than the last breeze, but we have smelled it before and will again.
"We care not for leaving our mark. Ours is the care of stewarding all living things before they pass, for they will pass. Our joy is in speaking with tree and rock, hill and vale, enjoying them for what they are, while they are with us.
"How can one grow bored in such a world as we have? No, it is weariness of grief that sends us to the uttermost West."
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