Winter Dreams

Beta: Half Elf Lost

18: winter waves

December 18th

The sea is a great rushing, a rhythmic push and pull of such vastness that his head spins when he tries to comprehend its greatness. He remembers a time before the sea, when he lived in a white city, surrounded by stone and water, but it is a vague memory now. Now the ocean consumes his mind, his spirit, and he never tarries long from the shore.

Now he sits on a rock and watches the tide roll in, the ebbing of the calm waves soothing his lonely heart. His lover has been away for a fortnight, and the Elf longs to see his sun-darkened face and smell his salty scent. The little sea creatures scuttle across his bare toes; the water is chill as the water laps at his feet, the winter wind almost biting through his thin robes. All that moved and shifted about him is unseen, unnoticed by the still Elf. His eyes, his senses, are instead turned to the horizon where the silhouette of a ship can be seen against the setting sun.

Galdor's heart speeds in his chest as he watches the lone ship sail closer and closer to port. The sails are white, the ship grey, and the one at her helm is silver and bronze. Galdor stands on the slippery rock and waves excitedly before he runs from his small island haven in the rising sea.

Círdan is home for the winter.