Second Thoughts*
Celeborn looked around the circle of faces ringing the campfire. "We should have stayed."
Elrond shook his head. "I could not."
"Perhaps not you, but we should have," Elladan stated, nodding agreement with his grandfather.
"We only exist here. On Arda, we lived." Elrohir added solemnly
"I cannot believe I say this, but perhaps Fëanor had it right. Things are too perfect here. The only thing that raises people's ire is politics." Glorfindel grumbled. "And I have had enough of that to last until the breaking of the world."
Elrond sighed. "Even I feel this. As coarse as were the edain, their lives moved forward. Back then, I saw that as a curse, but now I can see that it was a way to keep the days fresh. In Aman, we live too much in the past."
"Idleness wearies me greatly," Legolas spoke finally. "Were it not that the way is shut, I would again be building a ship."
"But the way is shut," Erestor observed. "So what do we do now?"
"There are new and unexplored lands to the west," Gildor suggested.
"Will the Valar let us go?" Haldir asked.
"They had better," Thranduil stated flatly. "They had better."
*(This double drabble is the inspriation behind the seminal and title story in the I Dhaerlend Dadui series. In fact, Aeärwen lifted elements of this conversation virtually whole from here to incorporate in the prologue of I Dhaerlend Dadui itself.)