It is a strange thing, to think never to see ones loved ones even after a death. No Elf knows where the souls of Men go, nor will we ever, perhaps.

Two She-Elves there were who died for love of a mortal. Their names I am hesitant to speak, given one is here in this very castle. [ Hushed, ] How strange the folds of time are, within Allaidh Darach.