[ he loved his father, despite never knowing the timbre of his voice. he loved his mother, despite the fact that she left them behind in a cave to accept their fate. he loved elros even as their grip loosened upon the shore. he loved the elves, even if he will always seem lesser or greater depending upon his countenance and deeds. ]
But a heart is not a canvas. It is a song. And it can sing again.
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[ he loved his father, despite never knowing the timbre of his voice. he loved his mother, despite the fact that she left them behind in a cave to accept their fate. he loved elros even as their grip loosened upon the shore. he loved the elves, even if he will always seem lesser or greater depending upon his countenance and deeds. ]
But a heart is not a canvas. It is a song. And it can sing again.