All of Arda belongs to the Professor, and I am grateful for the chance to explore his world
When my father looked he saw his child; it did not enter his heart to look beyond my fate to that of our race.
But I saw something half-seen, flickering beyond the boundaries of my flesh. Though my people would continue - immortal, unchanging - it was they who were dying to Arda, all trace of them dissolving as though they had never been
My children would change that fate
My father took my hands and clasped them with my husbands.
And so our new life began in that moment - when I stood holding hands with Life and Death.