Gwaelion

An excerpt taken from the memoirs of Aradil, an Elf of the Avorrim:

There are those among my kin with the patience to observe the steady changing of the tides and the passing of uneventful days. They gracefully accept this lonely exile without question: Lord Círdan commanded us, and we obey, hidden in caverns along the shore within easy distance of the ruins of once-beautiful Edhellond. 

     At first there was only darkness, and pain so powerful that his mind shrank from it, allowing the waves to carry him away to safety, back to the ebb and flow of nothingness.

     The tide turned. The pain seemed gradually less unbearable: he became aware of soft light, of voices like music. The sound of water was not only in his mind...

(( The title is a nod to the song "Carry On My Wayward Son" by the band Kansas, and that is a good companion to this piece. Character death ahead. ))

(( Might delete later. >.> ))

A letter written on fine Elven parchment, sent from Rivendell by carrier hawk. The penmanship is steady but not especially fine, and the spelling is mostly correct...

Dear

Dearest?

To Finchley,