Disclaimer: I own nothing of The "Lord of the Rings". If I did I would be rich and not writing fan fiction. If I did, Aragorn would be trapped in my basement.
Vanwa Mar
The waves crash loudly in our minds,
and the gulls cry ceaselessly in our hearts.
It wants us to return.
We have been apart for too long.
I stand on the beach and the tide comes in,
it wants to carry me back to the sea.
For thousands of years my people have been sailing to into the west,
never returning to the forests of old.
I feel it in my bones that it is the time of my departure.
The waves are whispering my name.
The ocean spray leaves kisses down my face and neck.
It is pleading with me to come.
Ni lave ni indome entulesse mar.
I eccacia esta nin an oilae ra.
Quenya: (I yield I will return home.)
(The sea has called me to her everlasting arms.)
Don't Kill me if the Quenya isn't perfect.
R&R Nessa