Le marais des morts

[Aglarond]

Je ne pense pas que ce soit possible.

Les âmes comme tu dis qui correspondent aux fëar (esprit + âme) pour les Elfes vont inexorablement chez Mandos et pour les Hommes meurent avec le hröa (corps).

J'ai lu aussi l'Athrabeth, qui est un texte extraordinaire, mais où vois-tu, Maître Malaelin , que les fëar des hommes meurent avec le hröa ?
Les hröar des Elfes comme des Hommes sont faits de la substance même d'Arda Marred, et meurent donc tous les deux, bien que la Mort n'advienne qu'aux Hommes (mort naturelle j'entends).
Mais la plus grande différence doit résider dans le fait que les fëar des Elfes sont liés à Arda, alors que celui des Hommes n'y appartient pas.
Comme le dit Finrod :

To me the difference seems like that between one who visits a strange country, and abides there a while (but need not), and one who has lived in that land always (and must).To the former all things that he sees are new and strange, and in that degree lovable. To the other all things are familiar, the only things that are, his own, and in that degree precious.'
'If you mean that Men are the guests,' said Andreth.
'You have said the word,' said Finrod: 'that name we have given to you.'

If indeed your Wisdom had lore like to ours, teaching that the Mirröanwi are made of a union of body and mind, of hröa and fëa, or as we say in picture the House and the Indweller.
'For what is the "death" that you mourn but the severing of these two? And what is the "deathlessness" that you have lost but that the two should remain united for ever?
'But what then shall we think of the union in Man: of an Indweller, who is but a guest here in Arda and not here at home, with a House that is built of the matter of Arda and must therefore (one would suppose) here remain?

Où vont les fëar des Hommes alors ? peut se demander Andreth.

'And when I go to what halls shall I come?

Seul Eru le sait. Mais pas à Mandos. Voici la phrase d'adieu de Finrod à Andreth, qui résume peut-être le mieux la discussion :

'But you are not for Arda. Whither you go may you find light. Await us there, my brother - and me.'