A poem about Elwing thinking about Earendil.
My feet softly treading the white ocean sand.
Dark hair flowing in the gentle breeze.
The morning sun slipping over the water's end.
Watching for his ship on the vast horizon.
I long for his return.
Earendil is out at sea again,
Looking for the Undying lands.
Always is he seeking aid
Of the Valar in Aman,
To vanquish Melkor.
He sails the open sea
looking for a way to that which is hidden.
He leaves me and our sons here
In search for the protection
Of his family and his people.
I am not the only one waiting for him.
The soft pattering of feet glide over the shore
Searching for their father's white ship.
His love for Elrond and Elros
makes him carry on his hunt.
