重读了Tormented soul。写得好啊，这一段好心疼领主。盖奶说得太好，简直是心灵鸡汤。
“I am so tired of hoping. All my life I had to rely on hope. Hoping my brother and I would survive the kinslaying at the Havens at Sirion, hoping to see my father and my mother again, hoping that Maedhros and Maglor would spare our lives, hoping that both of them would survive and that I would see them again, hoping that Elros would chose the life of the Eldar, hoping that he would revoke his decision, hoping he would live just a little bit longer, hoping I would survive the war against Sauron, hoping Gil-galad wouldn’t die in my arms, hoping Isildur would listen to me, hoping against hope that the One Ring was lost forever, hoping that Sauron wouldn’t return, hoping that we would find Celebrian in time, hoping she would not die on me, hoping that Arwen wouldn’t make the same choice as Elros, hoping that the One Ring would be destroyed, hoping that my sons would come with me, hoping that Thranduil would come with me, hoping that Thranduil finally loses his damnable strength and pride, hoping and hoping. I am so sick of hoping. I want certainty for once in my life. Is this too much to ask for?”
“You know it is. There are too many paths that can be taken in life. The future is open wide beyond believing. There can be no certainty, thus we can only fall back on hope as unsatisfactory as it might be for us. We both know very well that there are things even the mighty and powerful have no control over. Here in Valinor our fate is to wait and to hope. Everything comes with a price and so do the Undying Lands.”