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The Shore of Eternity
The waves run up the beach to reach my feet as I walk barefoot on the sand. It had been a long time since I had walked along the beach. I was a child when I last did. That time seems so far away. As if it is shrouded in a mist of memories, memories that fill all the spaces in my head. I was different then. I did not have the memories and pain that weighed upon my heart now.
The waves wash back down the shore withdrawing their touch from my feet. They are a fleeting touch; a momentary grasp on life that can change infinitely within the space of a second. There have been so many moments like this in my long life. So many moments that, though the outcome was not what I had wished at that time, I would not change now for anything that could be given to me.
The sand keeps a faint imprint of my foot, a mark that I have left on the world behind me, no mater how fleeting. The waves of the sea will wash it away soon, and all the others as well. No matter our lifespan, we all leave a mark that is fleeting in the eyes of the Maker of the Earth.
I stop, as I draw nearer and nearer to the edge of the shore. The harbor is ahead, and my kin also. I stand listening to the music of the waves and the wind. The symphony that will undoubtably change once I am gone. But I hear the Sea-Father's singing and I know that I must leave this shore. This shore is for the Second-Born alone, and I am not among those blessed with the gift of mortality.
A/N: I've had
this drabble-ish thing written for a while now, But just never posted
it. It's meant to be a Teleri's look on leaving Middle-Earth for
Valinor.