white ships

Mithlond, a blurry time, White Ship’s dock

She promised herself she would not cry. She promised herself she would have been prepared, and strong, and stalwart, and brave. She promised herself she would not beg them to stay.

She was none of those things at the moment. She could barely hold herself from yelling at her mother and father to not board the damn ship. To not leave her for who knows how long. But she decided to stay didn’t she?

There I sat and watched,
as the White Ships bare them hence.
I stood and wept, one so wretched,
left now alone, with no fence.

The White Ships bore them hence.

A seagull did fly upon the wing
its mournful cries tinged with darkness.
I felt for a time that my heart could not sing,
but still I knew my ending would be no less.

The White Ships bore them hence.

With a wild and insatiable heart did I remain,
now to explore, to learn, to fight

I just left Duillond, after a strange thing befell me.  Yesterday evening, I met a strange elf at the fountain there, a most noble warrior.  He told me of a company called the Loth-i-Lonnath, of whom I had only heard distant rumors before.  He suggested that I stay a while with them, and spend my remaining time in Middle Earth here in Ered Luin.  He said his name was Istuir, and that his people had dedicated themselves to protecting Ered Luin, keeping the land safe that our kinsfolk coming to the Havens should be able to travel in safety.  But I do not feel I can st

This is a sad day.  I awoke to the sound of the seagulls singing, and looked out of my window to the harbor, the place where I bid my parents goodbye.  Can it really be, that I shall see them no more in Middle Earth?  Has it really been only one day?

The white ships flew lightly across the waves, an increasing roar of air and water filling my ears as we turned in close pursuit of our prey. Oh he was clever, that corsair captain (it is in my thoughts that he had more than a little Numenorean blood in his veins)…having eluded us for three days longer than his ‘companions’ had managed, venturing out to sea and hiding in the mists, turning to hug the rocky coastline of northern Minhiriath in a way that was beyond reckless for one of his draught.

“How is nest, Elf bird? How is territory?” the white and grey gull tapped the ground with her bill, and asked me politely.

I had been sitting in a favoured place of mine, next the stream that flowed through Thamas Lorn into the Lhun. Deep in thought was I as the bird alighted on the sward close by.

She coughed, and bobbed her head at me. “You speak not with Kroahaah these days?”

I shook myself swiftly. So absorbed in my own thoughts had I been that I had not truly noticed the arrival of my old friend.