013: "Out of sight, out of mind."
She must have forgotten him by now.
How long has he been in Valinor, in the faceless grey of Mandos? Eighty years? Five hundred? Three thousand? There is nothing here but his throbbing thoughts, growing just narrowly more bearable with each passing year.
She had been so cold at his going, her self-possession turned full force against him, and he had been too fey to recognize her agonized rejection for what it was.
Valinor lent itself to, if not forgetfulness, then peace. Surely she never thought of him…though he dwelt on her each hour of his suspended existence.