Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-25356210-20151209204922/@comment-26444332-20151210002858

Edacnik wrote: Edacnik stands there listenly. "We will set up an embassy for you to trade with us. What was that about you... fading?" Faenor leans back.

"Take a seat, this will only take a short time but it's a lot to digest."

"I was woken, not born, long ago in the very beginning. I was the first of my kind, the first Elf, even before Itallië. But this comes at a price. You, being mortal though long-lived, do not have this problem. After a rather long time, the spirits of the immortal Elves begin to ache for the Sea. If we ignore it, it grows within us until we cannot. If we accept it, we pass into the West, though we know not what may lie there. But when you ignore it as long as I have... My strength is failing. My soul does not age, neither does my body, but I can become wearied of the world to the point where I can think of nothing else but the Sea. Even now I can hear the white gulls... I shall pass into the West, when all is said and done."