No More to Send

How many times have I sent my mariners in harms way? Thingol, Fingolfin, Maedhros, Gil-Galad, Elrond.

How many of those that name me lord have been slaughtered at the call of another? How many have gone to Mandos without Ulmo’s song in their ears.

Now there are not enough of us to make a difference anymore. Only enough to build ships for those who are tired of this land.

We followed for hope, I stayed for hope. Now our hope for this land is spent.

There is a new king. Now it is time for others to believe in hope.