Glorfindel took a deep breath. "It was an ice bridge between Valinor and Middle Earth," he said.
"For those of us who followed Feanor and his sons after...the situation with the boats, it was the only way to cross. It...felt like an eternity, but was only a handful of months. But the ice was harsh and the going rough and not everyone survived," he said sadly.
"In the Halls of Waiting those souls were always the closest to the fireplace," he said, smiling again. "Even though souls feel neither cold nor heat. But Namo has a kindness that one wouldn't expect from someone called the Doomsman."
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"For those of us who followed Feanor and his sons after...the situation with the boats, it was the only way to cross. It...felt like an eternity, but was only a handful of months. But the ice was harsh and the going rough and not everyone survived," he said sadly.
"In the Halls of Waiting those souls were always the closest to the fireplace," he said, smiling again. "Even though souls feel neither cold nor heat. But Namo has a kindness that one wouldn't expect from someone called the Doomsman."