#arda healed vs. arda remade- can you tell which i prefer?

[an-eldritch-peredhel]

I am having multitudes of eucatastrophic emotions about death in Arda.

Beren dying and Luthien following out of rage and grief and love and the firm conviction that No, it won't end like this, and coming back and dying again by their own choice but not their own time, Luthien pulling Beren behind her curious for what comes next, saying a final farewell to their elven dead, and how Leithian means release from bondage.

Celegorm kills Dior who kills him who killed Nimloth who killed Curufin and Dior has a human spirit and cannot bear it and he and her sing for a Choice before death and they succeed and live in Aman's wilds by Melian's city and become something like friends with their murderer.

Elros who is like his great-grandmother, Arwen who is like her uncle, who free themselves of immortality for life and love and a kingdom, meeting and meeting her who is like them both in a place beyond the universe.

Amrod and Argon, united only as youngest sons killed first by their fathers (directly or not, intended or not, it doesn't stop what they feel), half hating each other and healing together.

Miriel, who dies because she had no other choice, who stays for her Lady and her husband, Finwe, who dies because of broken trust, who stays for anger and his wives, Indis, who lives because she must, who stays for her children and her spouses, and healing even for those left behind.

Tar-Miriel, the Witch-King who should have been Queen, angry and shaking and killed by a girl so much like her, so much better than her, meeting her namesake who wove her story and a smith who does not judge her- whos story played counterpoint to her own as he loved and fought and lost the Deciever, even as she hated and fought and joined him, moving on not at peace but getting there.

Maedhros, seeing no other way out, dies in fire to match his spirit with a gem in his hand and gold around his wrist, sent to the void through nothing but his own conviction, Fingon who thinks how dare he and through nothing but his own conviction (and a familiar harp) brings him back.

That's the thing about death in Arda- it's never, ever the end. And in the end, the Dagor Dagorath is not yet more death- the Battle of Battles is the end of a Song and the re-Singing of the world by anyone who wishes to enter it, an old Song, a new Song, a love Song, a sad Song all. The Battle of Battles is healing and growth and reunions and redemption, and a world where the only wounds are old scars... and possibly the results of a particularly stupid boar hunt.