if you get to know my personality, you start to understand how hardcore my signature really is [for me]. it means, 'The time of the elves will come again, this my heart tells me. *Henneth Annûn, my home*
and that^ because I wrote a lot of fanfic blabber about elves being left behind when celeborn finally left and they moved into the abandoned henneth annûn because no one bothered them there, etc etc...
Thank you bag
It reminds me personally more of the feeling you get when reading the story of Túrin or texts about the Shadow smothering Númenor... this permanent distinct imminence, just waiting to strike... scaring you away from every possible further step to go... so fragile, or seeming to be, and still massive and omnipresent... hopeless, somehow, in spite of all the lucent air you thought you'd be able to breathe in, but found out you can't