Belegaer

Tôl sûl, wind is coming and the ship Rovaledh is ready to sail

Second Age of the Sun, later years (before the Downfall of Númenór), near the old haven of Umbar.

Vanyariel, at that time serving under captain Beleros is sending light signals to a heavy númenórean war-ship (visible in the background).

The dwarves are afraid of the sea, and some of the Eldar avoid the shore.

They fear the desire that awakens once the calls of the seagulls are heard.

But there are some who are not afraid of Belegaer.

((full story here))

"Hush child, she is singing".

Earcalie looked arund. There was nobody on the beach except the harpist and herself.

"She who?"

The other elleth didn't answer, instead resuming her plucking of the harp chords. The notes mingled with the sound of the sea waves and the breeze, and Earcalie finally understood.

"The harp?"

It will be a short travel to deliver materials and a letter to Mithlond, Celonion said. "Wait for me". It was a sunny morning and the waves were calm in the little moor right Edhellond.

"I will wait here". She waved and watched as the elven ship sailed far from her sight. It was a beautiful morning, blue sky, blue sea and little to no clouds. He would have been back from the travel in little time.

... it is not always clear skies and blue sea... she knew in that moment, as the storm was going on, she would have never seen him again...

Trouble on the horizon

Hey oh! Sea Elf!