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Imrahil ponders Galad's words. "Could Galad have been right?" thought Imrahil "Nay! That is simply not an option. Before I left, that dark elf said 'you have plenty to live for!' but he couldn't be more wrong. What do I have to live for, Galad? My family? I watched them die upon the bitter swords of the southrons. My city? It is in burning ruin. My people? They have been totaly destroyed. The brave legions of swan-knights, the white towers, the fair harbours, mighty walls. . . they are gone, With no hope of ever returning. Travian and Elphir are old enough to choose their own path, and they will be safe with the Galadrhim. I am a man without a nation, Galad, a great lord of men brought to utter ruin. Even Idril, whome I love, has lost intrest in me. Idril! How I wish that I had simply perished in Tirith Aear, having never looked into her fair eyes, never seeing her fair hair, never kissing her fair lips. Galad, a moment appart from Idril is a moment of total torment. Torment which I must now bear to the ending of the world. I go now to my death hoping that though she didn't see my bravery and valour in my living, she will at least see it from my death. There are no other options."