#edian

But father, men love recklessly. No bond, no oath, no ring holds power to bind their hearts the way it does for elves. It is only the will of their soul that their love blooms even in the floating sand of the desert.

Their love does not grow old like the roots of an aging tree. Instead, it blooms like the blossom of incoming spring. Troubled marriages, estranged relationships, or even indifference can't help but bow to that kind of love.

It is in no form perfect, for nothing on the face of Arda remains unmarred. Yet, despite its flaws and its impermanence, it remains cherished no matter what.

Even Eru's bittersweet gift of death could not stop our distant kindred's love for life. Men who are unbound to Arda, dare to love it. They love so deeply as to lose themselves in it. A love beyond the creator and its creation.

Maybe we elves love truer, deeper, and better but Men father...they love with the intensity of light beyond this world. Maybe it is the spark of fate that awaits them. Maybe it is the reason that even Eru holds them closer.

Such love, I have seen in the eyes of Andreth. The world could mock my brother for falling for a human but I know better. I have seen the love that runs in the bodies that barely have the power to foster it. Maybe I would have grieved for Aegnor, had I not met the edain woman who held the power to challenge an elven lord.

Most view my brother's tale as a tragedy of separated lovers. They do so because for us elves the tale of Beren and Luthien comes closest to our love. Yet, most of us have not known love as humans do. Aegnor and Andreth are not a tragedy. They are a tale unfinished. An end yet to be written and believe me father, the end of their story lies beyond our world.

I will wait for that end. I will wait with my brother who dared to love like an edain.

Yours,