They say we must choose when our father leave, choose to stay and die a mortal death or sail to those who love us and who wait… choose to be mortal or Elf, we who have never been either. 

Father does not ask, but he knows – and knows our choice will tear him in half again - and we do not tell. 

We made our choice when we rode into battle on the Pelennor - rode with a star for Elendil bound to our brows, rode to save the world of Men, rode with our brother, Estel… hope of mortals.