My dear Celebrimbor, I know that you are gone and cannot receive this transmission now.
And yet I cannot help but think that somehow this message may reach you through that strange and indefinable rapport that we have always had. Two spirits could scarcely be closer than ours, father and son, the direct spiritual heirs of Míriel and Fëanor. But it is more than that. We were close from the moment your mother first laid you in my arms and you and I looked into one another's eyes and each recognized the other. This kinship runs deeper than the soul. Because of this profound connection, I know that you still exist, that you have not gone into oblivion. And so perhaps your spirit can still receive my love and know that I will never forget you nor cease to hope that we may be reunited, though we know not the time nor the place.
I dreamed that I saw you in a vast, inchoate, cloudy dark passageway that stretched away into infinity, far beyond my capacity to perceive or understand its destination or ending. I reached out to you and called your name, and you turned and saw me, and your eyes lit with silver. You were surrounded by a dazzling white light, and it shone in your gaze for that moment, and then you were gone.
Wherever you may fare, take my love with you, and let it give you strength and courage, let it be added to the strength and courage that are already yours by nature. Farewell, my son. Fare very well. I love you, always.
[ He does not want to speak out of grief, though his sorrow is intense and unrelenting. If Cel can in any sense hear him, he wants this to be a message of hope. And even if they should never meet again, his wish for Cel is that he choose his own destiny and set out on his journey with confidence, so that he may find a way to shed his innate light on whatever world he harbors in, and on whomever he finds to love and to be loved by. ]
[video] backdated to just after Cel departs
And yet I cannot help but think that somehow this message may reach you through that strange and indefinable rapport that we have always had. Two spirits could scarcely be closer than ours, father and son, the direct spiritual heirs of Míriel and Fëanor. But it is more than that. We were close from the moment your mother first laid you in my arms and you and I looked into one another's eyes and each recognized the other. This kinship runs deeper than the soul. Because of this profound connection, I know that you still exist, that you have not gone into oblivion. And so perhaps your spirit can still receive my love and know that I will never forget you nor cease to hope that we may be reunited, though we know not the time nor the place.
I dreamed that I saw you in a vast, inchoate, cloudy dark passageway that stretched away into infinity, far beyond my capacity to perceive or understand its destination or ending. I reached out to you and called your name, and you turned and saw me, and your eyes lit with silver. You were surrounded by a dazzling white light, and it shone in your gaze for that moment, and then you were gone.
Wherever you may fare, take my love with you, and let it give you strength and courage, let it be added to the strength and courage that are already yours by nature. Farewell, my son. Fare very well. I love you, always.
[ He does not want to speak out of grief, though his sorrow is intense and unrelenting. If Cel can in any sense hear him, he wants this to be a message of hope. And even if they should never meet again, his wish for Cel is that he choose his own destiny and set out on his journey with confidence, so that he may find a way to shed his innate light on whatever world he harbors in, and on whomever he finds to love and to be loved by. ]