Celeste, as she did the other eleven times, transformed from her true identity into a mermaid before reaching the surface of the aqueous blanket she used for a home all her years on Middle Earth. Once she reached the skylight she saw before her tranquility that had lacked from her being the other times. Still foreboding crept down her spine sending her chills.

She gazed momentarily around her surroundings, bobbing up and down in the rhythmic tides of the water. Carefully, her gaze adverted to her hand and the treasure it tightly held. Slowly and cautiously she opened her hand revealing the small, delicate, crystal pear-shaped container that inclosed the sweet liquid of her solitude. Knowing this was the last of her collection of phial's she immediately closed her hand tightly securing it once more.

Celeste thought to herself, "Times now seem not so bad. I wish to save my last phial for whenst I need it. For now I will take control of my destiny, and not hide beneath the waters."

Mesmerized by the beauty of the endless sky above her she looked about her with fresh and curious eyes. She was spellbound by the creatures that flew above her head, and the timely fashion in which they flew. She looked to the bright sun that consumed everything it touched, and warmed her body and soul. She sighed in adoration due to the beauty from the rays of light that shone upon the ocean causing it to glisten and glimmer. It appeared to resemble the most precious of jewels and gold intertwined in miraculous harmony.

Legolas had positioned himself at the stern of the immaculate sea vessel in which he and Gimli had traveled on for the past one-thousand years. He looked to the sky as it ventured outward to a vast distance with endless bounds. He stared at the clouds and the numerous shapes they were weaving one moment to the next.

In the far off distance he noticed something that had captured his eyes. He marveled intensely at the object afloat many miles away from him. The object began to take shape and it turned out to be a creature of female gender. Legolas rubbed his eyes harshly with his knuckle's intent to vanish the sight out of his eyes. He thought to himself foolishly that the sea was playing tricks on him. He reopened his eyes and gazed out into the distance once more intent to clarify that there was nothing out there, but he was wrong. In the distance the female was definitely there. From her bright hair down to her shapely torso she floated gracefully between the gentle caress of the water's tides.

Without haste the brave elf called to his companion, "Gimli!" The girl was clearly far out in the distance. Too unobtainable from land, and Legolas felt that she was practically unobtainable from his grasp. Nevertheless, he dove in intent of bringing her back to the safety of his ship.