76 Harbour.
The sails billowed in the breeze and Legolas leaned back in the skiff and sighed. It was not quite the boat that his heart yearned to sail but for now, it would do. A high pitched call echoed from above and he allowed his gaze to stray to the small figures circling high in the bright blue sky. His fea answered and for a while the boat drifted, unmanned and directionless along the Bay of Belfalas.
Prince Imrahil watched the small craft from his position on the cliff top above the bay as it meandered along. He had brought the Elf to Dol Amroth to try to help ease the pain he knew he must be suffering from the sea longing if only for a short time. Gandalf had suggested it would eventually subside from the insatiable need it was at present to a gentle tug and that being in or on the water would possibly help speed that outcome, so he and Aragorn had decided this was the best place for Legolas to be. The dwarf had taken some persuasion however, but once convinced had grudgingly allowed that they might just be right as long as they swore it would do no more harm than that already done.
The skiff continued to bob along, its passenger lost and dreaming of distant white shores and a far green country whilst another, slightly larger vessel waited in the harbour should it be needed to bring the errant elf back to shore.
