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BEYOND THE CIRCLES OF THE WORLD. TAKE 2  

It is seldom that I stray from my appointed course, but when the sea birds brought the tidings to Elwing, we sailed in haste towards the Land of Giftº

Strange fate, the Gift of Men! Long I’ve coursed Manwë’s waves and seen not a trace of their abode.  Where that Last Haven lies remains a mystery to me. 

Let the light that once tore us apart brighten now your way, my son! Close your eyes and let me hold you. One day we’ll come to you, beyond the circles of the world, to Arda Unmarred. Until then, namárië, my son.

º Andor: The Land of Gift, Numenor (Silm, index of names)

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