The ship had sailed smoothly on the calm ocean for the entirety of the voyage, Ulmo be ever blessed. I see the mountains looming ahead, just how they said. I am utterly shocked, not only from being part of the flooding, but also seeing those mountains from where I once rode and fought.

"My lord?" the captain asks. "We are sure you will know, but the Lord Cìrdan has sent word to us that you are the last ship to come back."

"I will not be coming back," I face him to answer his unspoken question. "Not until the last ship to the West."

He nods. "As you will my lord."

I walk up to the prow, to watch the coastline and the Gulf of Lhûn greet us with the white gulls. Cìrdan waits on the dock for us. We embrace warmly when I jump off the prow's edge.

"Two and a half ages has passed my friend," he says with a sad smile. "Yet you journey one last time?"

"After this day my lord, there will be no more ships coming back as they used to," I reply.

"Come, we will talk inside as the ladies fuss over the your things," he leads me to his office. "The land has not changed am I right?"

"Very little since you left," I answer. "I see you and your people have been kept busy since the floods the Valar and I had caused."

"And nearly all of them in Arda," he offers me a goblet of wine, which I accept with a smile. "But you have come back."

"There was some matters left untended that I have long forgotten," I sit on the open windowsill and look at the gulls. "Manwë granted me this last journey to complete them."

"I will not ask for any details on how you managed to do that," he winks. "Knowing you, you have already completed one of those tasks."

I chuckle. "I have. I will be leaving this afternoon; inland and finish them."

"I will say the mandatory 'May the Valar watch over you'," he clasps my shoulder.

"They already do Cìrdan," I smile, taking a long look at the buildings. "They already do."

I see flickers of movement, colours, through the buildings. Nearly all of my instincts are telling me to go, go and see but I decide against it. A cloaked person steps out from an archway across the dock and lifts a drawn bow, aimed, what seems to be me. I dodge before it is released and breakes the glass window. Cìrdan runs to the window ledge with a look of absolute rage.

"Arahael!" he bellows. "I told you to never break another window for practice again! You know precisely what this visit means to your father. Go back to your lodgings and for your father's sake, don't harass me for the next two hours!"

He rolls his eyes at me as he sits down heavily, gestures to the now uncloaked girl and scoffs.

"Luckily she isn't mine," he takes a long sip of his wine. "Arahael, the King Elessar's first daughter."

"A good eye for archery too," I pick up a large shard of glass. "How long has she been here?"

"A week," he replies. "Another two days and I will finally have peace for the time being without her troublesome ways until her next visit. You would think she has enough contact with the elves from Mirkwood than most to not harass me!"

"She is that bad?" I ask with a chuckle. "Out of all my long years, I have not seen you so agitated and oppressed by a young lady."

A neigh comes from the window. I smile. It is time.

"Cìrdan, I am leaving you be," I shake his hand in mine and with a friendly nudge of the elbow, I walk out of the door. "It was a merry meeting, and I will see you in the West I hope."

"Not coming back here?" he escorts me back to the docks.

I look at him sideways. He knows too well I'm not coming back this way. The land lost is too grievous for me.