Such a time it has been since my own demise in the Mortal World. Ages long, I walked it; and now, set free; I linger in the home of us all.
My dear wife knew not what it was to die. To be slain. The pain of the world, of the body ceases. Peace comes to you; one does not know hate or fear. I felt light, without bonds. All around, I saw others as me; passing to the Halls. Their shapes fading to nothing; their voices calling to others, their faces lit with happiness.
Then, as if in an age of the world; all was fast. Lights sped, sound fled; I smelled the sweet scent of Aman, as it was when I dreamed and was told of it, in my youth. I hear the voices of all whom I loved and cared for. Friends, Kinsmen. They spoke to me, and I to them. Kind words exchanged; memories brought back, and all seemed bright.
Then, as if waiting for me; the peace of it all came upon myself. The light faded, and I stood upon new feet, in lit halls. There, before me; Námo stood. He spoke to me in a deep, but calm voice; and proclaimed my fate to wait in these halls for years untold. There, I waited.
Then, as if the many years had never happened; I walked through the archway into sunlight, greeted by the sweet scent of the flowers of Yavanna, and the singing of beyond.
Thus I recount to myself, what it was; and let no other read this account. Let no other guess, also; until it be upon himself. For that is the will of the Lords of the West.
