Lindon was then a fine and pleasant land, provisions of food and building material abound in it and, despite our differences, Noldor and Teleri seemed to be living in harmony and peace. Salmon abound up the estuary of the River Lhûn, and every day there would be some on our tables, either smoked or fresh, together with fresh vegetables, berries, citrus fruit, and sweet wine.
Now it came to pass that the Valar, in their immense kindness, decided to rise a new insland from the sea, between Middle-earth and Valinor in the 32nd year of the Second Age and they called it Númenórë, the Westland. The new island in the shape of a star was a gift to the Men that had fought alongside Elves in the War of the Wrath.
The Men of the Edain clan and the those of the Drúedain clan sailed to the new island to settle. Elros, son of Eärendil was the first King of Númenor, taking the name of Tar-Minyatur, the First King. Under his rule Men grew into a powerful race, however they were forbidden by the Valar from sailing westward to Valinor from which mortal Men are barred.
Back in Lindon we would receive news from Númenórë once in a while, although we had little contact with Númenóreans for many years. Their island was fertile and prosperous, they were blessed by the Valar with many forests and rare plants, some of which were found only there and never seen in Middle-earth- but the race of Men despite their blessings, never really settle for a simple life of peace, this over time, would be the downfall of the Númenóreans.
My simple life in Mithlond was far removed from the fate of Númenórë then. I would sail Fëa Alquarámë along the coast and in the estuary, carrying goods and sometime passengers while the sea-port of Mithlod grew and prospered under the rule of Gil-Galad. On golden sunset on the bay, I would lower anchor and enjoy a simple fish dinner on the deck observing life on share from the sea.
Beautifully dressed Elves going about their daily lives, smoke curling up from the ovens, and children playing on the beach while their mothers would sit nearby, sewing, or chatting about their domestic lives - their men would be gathered in the square, and under the lanterns, they would talk about work and politic, waiting for their wives and children. In the soft glistening light of the Elven lanterns reflecting in the calm water, this scene looked like magic to me, reminded me of my home and family back in Alqualondë.
I cannot think of no pleasure more touching to my feelings, and soothing to my mind, than to sit on a gently rolling Fëa Alquarámë at sunset, and listen to the happy laughter of the children and melodious voices of the women, on a warm summer evening in Mithlond. For hours I have lain over my ship's folded sails, listening to them, unconscious and uncaring of the time passing until the stars would shine above Fëa Alquarámë's mast.
