Sea Longing

Beginning of the Fourth Age, Ithilien

Dear uncle,

I walked out of the Halls, aware of the heavy wooden door swinging closed and the guards bidding us farewell.

Even the fittest of elves was likely to be just a little winded by the time they reached Lord Cirdan’s Halls. The design of Mithlond, against the cliff face, was a series of levels, such as favoured by many an elven architect. Each could be more easily defended by attack from the land or the sea. I thought then these Havens had never been taken. The ones before, at the mouth of the Sirion, were taken by our own. Estarfin among them. 

It happened the second time, as I left the Hall of Lord Cirdan. Something I could not explain. 

There was a sound of horns in the distance, as of one blowing into great seashells that echoed the music of the sea, the beauty, the yearning for home..aye even home beyond Valinor. True home it was that sounded through the waters.