hes just like. okay i’ve been sent to wake up our visiting war hero who saved all our lives bc my king has a mysterious robed visitor who wants to talk with him. i walk into his tent and he’s just sitting there shaking and holding a knife. i’m not here to ask questions, i go on break in ten. can’t wait to get out of this full body armor that i am for some reason wearing in our safe encampment a full three days before we even get to the battle.
it’s common knowledge that the names of the three elven rings match the fates of the three Silmarils, but think about the ring-bearers, too —
elrond is obvious; he had the ring of air, but he didn’t have his father, who was sailing through the sky with a silmaril on his brow
galadriel and maglor were the last of the grandchildren of finwë left in middle-earth; she bore the ring of water and longed to go back across the sea all that time, while his fate was to wander the shoreline after he flung his silmaril into the sea
gandalf, wearing the ring of fire, fell into the deepest parts of moria battling a demon made of flame; maedhros threw himself and his silmaril into a fiery chasm
and i wonder if the wise and knowledgeable ring-bearers could’ve noticed this, and if gandalf’s death would’ve, in a way, completed the last of the parallels
and i wonder, then, if a part of him knew, or perhaps thought he knew, that at some point he would have to die.