Sigh.

Thought it was now...

I can do it for you if you want. Now.

Please? I love you - I love you so much -

Yeah, of course. Said - said whatever you want to -

I'm so sorry I hurt everyone. I wish I could take it back, I'm so glad it can never happen again - I love them, all of them, I want everybody who ever met me to know that I loved them - except the Enemy - 

He's dead. He's gone.

That's good. Everything's good - I'm so happy, can you make sure they understand that, I'm so happy -

Yeah. Yeah. Tell me when -

Right away, please, I did so much waiting.

Love you, he says. And he concentrates, and then Lórien's empty, the world's empty, the whole universe is empty.

"He was happy," he says, maybe to Boots, maybe to Lórien which is really not providing him with a comforting emotional experience right now, what disappointing trees. "Thank you - god, why - he was a good person, you know, a long time ago, everyone should know that, there'll be celebrations in the streets and I need to - I need -"

Needs to be alone, apparently, because Lórien has provided.

And he falls to his knees and sobs and whispers things he forgot to say until he is out of breath and out of tears and there are flowers growing out of the ground, bright red and sharp-petaled - "how," he snarles at Lórien, "do you let Mandos exist at all -"

Lórien thinks he needs a valley with a river running through a rift but Lórien's wrong, he needs some planet in Warp - Warp because it's as far as he can hop, because none of their tracking magic works there unless he writes stuff, and why the fuck would he write stuff - some planet in Warp that wasn't high on the priority list, some planet in Warp where there are valleys and rifts whether he needs them or not -

"We should design a better way to kill the Enemy," he says to Curufin. "Current best practice outside convenient dimensional neighborhoods is a lot of effort -"

"I'm sorry I wasn't enough without you, I'm sorry I couldn't fix everything -"

"I'm sorry I left you, I'm sorry I led you into a fight we couldn't win, I didn't have boats, I didn't have - when it actually did matter I was so stupid -"

"Four hundred fifty years, it wasn't nothing - it wasn't all for nothing - it can't all have been for nothing -"

He isn't singing, just staring at the ground and moving his fingers in light aimless circles. Twice, now. This one hurt less. Nelyo, Nelyo, Nelyo - 

Does anyone need me for anything?

No one answers.

So she goes home.

Long time - you okay -

Cling.

Hugs. 

You've done so much for so many people. 

I know.

Hugs.

Hugs are good.