Knowing Death

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03: what death longs for

Freedom.

He waits for freedom, though he knows it will never come. Námo is bound by duty, and it is a duty he will never forsake. Even as the years drag on, and the future he once saw becomes history, he endures.

Each day he tends to the spirits.

Each night he dwells in cold solitude.

Námo has long grown accustomed to endless waiting; it's what his Halls were created for. When he stands on the balcony outside his throne room and watches the sun rise, he briefly wonders if he could seize what it is he has been waiting for. Could he walk away from death and coldness, distance and duty? Would he willingly turn his back on all he was as his brother had done at the dawn of Eä?

Was it even possible for him?

And if he did, if he left the maze of corridors he had called home for thousands of years, what would he find?

Something deep in his spirit warned him he would only find another cage, another duty where his freedom was held just out of his reach. Even Melkor was the puppet of Destiny. None of them had anything but the illusion of choice.

Even that illusion was enough to give him a dream, and so Námo continues to wait for his freedom.