1. Beyond Healing
A new body.
I am sitting in the sand on the shores of Eldamar, near the city of Olwë, alone. I realise I am still half-consciously stretching my fingers, moving my toes, touching my face in a state of wonder, almost disbelief. But I suppose this is perfectly normal behaviour after centuries of abiding in the Halls of Mandos.
I will get used to this. Although everything about me seems slightly more beautiful than it was—my complexion is fairer, my hair feels softer and yet stronger, my skin is smooth. More wholesome. That's how Rodnor described it when we met this afternoon. It was strange to see him again—I had last been with him in bodily form when he was but a child.
As I think about it, I feel more wholesome, too. I don't know what others would do if they discovered they had suffered an injury that was beyond even the powers of Valinor to heal.
For I will not find him here, and I am well aware of it.
But because I know now that I will never heal, I can watch the foaming waves upon the sand with a smile upon my new face.