For if the new year arrives amid the leaping flames and screaming music of the New Year Festival and I am alone, then so shall I be for the life of Arda.
Was there some elvish foresight here or is this just the bleakness of depression talking?
I keep wanting Nelyo to snap out of it, but it got me thinking as to what depression would be like for an elf and how it would differ from our own. Since their memories can be replayed with perfect clarity, it would be like re-living it over, and over, and over whenever you chose to reopen the wound.
I expect Aman itself is probably a better drug than Prozac, so how long would it take till the other elves start worrying? And would a society that is genetically perfect have doctors that treat anything other than injuries to the body? Elvish psychiatry? Hypnotists to remove unwanted memories?
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Was there some elvish foresight here or is this just the bleakness of depression talking?
I keep wanting Nelyo to snap out of it, but it got me thinking as to what depression would be like for an elf and how it would differ from our own. Since their memories can be replayed with perfect clarity, it would be like re-living it over, and over, and over whenever you chose to reopen the wound.
I expect Aman itself is probably a better drug than Prozac, so how long would it take till the other elves start worrying? And would a society that is genetically perfect have doctors that treat anything other than injuries to the body? Elvish psychiatry? Hypnotists to remove unwanted memories?
Anger management therapists? *eyeing Feanaro*