Earendil
Oh Valar, I have missed this so much.
It's early evening, just after the hottest part of the day. I'm sitting at a desk inside my private quarters at the stern of the ship. All my maps are spread out in front of me, and I've just finished charting the course of the day.
It's been a perfect day. Three weeks in is my favorite time of a voyage - after you've gotten your sea legs, after you're in a routine, but before anything is montonous. This is the time of the voyage that you wake up and still c an't get over the fact that there is a carpet of blue outside your cabin window. Today was one of those days; bright, and soaked in sea salt.
I draw on my mug of coffee and fold up the main map. As far as I am concerned, we've passed the last of the little islands that dot the coast of Middle Earth. We won't miss the utter West now.
I make a few quick notes in my captain's log: the wind direction and speed, the weather, our speed, and then leave the cabin. I walk out into the blazing ocean sunset on the deck. Elwing is wrapped in a blanket against the brisk breeze and reading, nestled against a pile of ropes on the forecastle. Alaytar is nowhere to be seen, but that doesn't suprise me anymore. At first, I thought I'd get to know Alaytar more on this voyage. Now I know better. I see less of him.
I sit beside Elwing, who lets me under her blanket. She lays her glowing cheek against mine.
"How are you, dearest?"
"I can't believe it," she says softly. "I love this life. I can see why you love it so much. Sometimes I swear I'm drunk on the air. I don't ever want to reach the Valinor. And then being with you...I must be in a dream."
I hold her close.
"Finally you understand." I tell her.
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