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I can't do it anymore.
I've spent eight years with these memories – memories that are and aren't mine – ever since I was ten years old. Things a child shouldn't even know about at that age.
I've known battle. A glorious, terrifyingly blood-thirsty urge to fight that cannot be quenched. Shooting arrow after arrow into the backs of my enemies.
I've known of death. Fading into the deep, never-ending darkness as the light slowly dissipates. The feel of shadows clutching to my soul as everything fads to black.
And I've known of love. Something so deep, so unconditional that it leaves you sick. Loving someone so good that it breaks you to the very core.
And he was – is – good... He is so very, very good. Better than most. Certainly better than me.
We were different once. Long time ago, in times believed to be fairy tale and myths.
What kind of God thought it was ever right to give me these memories?
But it doesn't matter anymore, because I can't stay here anymore. I can't be in a world where he isn't.
I can't be in a place without my Fíli.
And I just want one more yesterday.
Oh, God. I can hear him pounding at the door. Calling my name.
But it's too late to go back.
It's too late, Fíli.
It's too late.
I'm sorry.
Forgive me one last time, brother.
