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[The Elvenking doesn't really like the tiny typey thingy. Font lacks the character of the person communicating in a way both handwriting and speaking do not. But in this case, that's what makes him feel safer. Even though the text is not anonymous, he feels like there are a few layers between him and the emotional implications surrounding this question.]

What is it like to forget?

[There is no chance of him explaining to anyone why this question is so important, but he'd like a frame of reference right now. It's not that elves have eidetic memory, exactly, but forgetting half a song is different from forgetting the place you grew up in. Just to state a random example.]

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Depends on what you're forgetting, I think.
Sometimes it's not a bad thing.

But what it is like? Do they fade as color from cloth, or vanish utterly?

Thanduil, has anyone...given you a sufficient answer yet?

Aside from a conflicting report or two, I suppose they have.

It's hard to explain.
Sometimes you don't even realize you forgot until you try to remember.
It just goes away.

I understand it is never completely gone. Is that so for you?

No.
Sometimes I wish I'd forget though.

Someone must remember.

People might.
They'd remind you.

Then what is the use in forgetting?

It's in our nature to forget.
Time takes it all, I think.

But why do you wish to?

Some things I wish to.
But sometimes you just can't help it. It happens.

With time alone?

That usually does it.

But slowly.

Slow to us.
I don't know if it counts as slow for you.
You have eternities, right?

To live? No. We live only as long as Arda, for all we know.

It seems like a long time, to me.
But I'm more limited than you.

No. You simply do not know what happens to you when you leave this world. None do. But Eru loves his Secondborn no less than his Firstborn.]

Who is Eru?

The father of all.

At least, of Arda.

Like your god?

He may be called such. But he interferes little in our affairs, and our voices do not reach him.

Do I ask you too many questions?

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