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The Chronicles of the Teleri
Belegaer
Long had we dwelt by the Mouths of Sirion before we were able to continue our westward journey. Although we rejoiced in the company and teachings of Ossë and Uinen, we were continually turning our gaze out over the wide waters of Belegaer so that we might perceive the coming of the Valar to take us to Valinor. And eventually they did come (we leant afterwards that it had been due to the persuasion of Finwë, the friend of our Lord Elwë). The appearance of Ulmo was dreadful to behold, rising as he did out of the waves of the Great Sea, but we were not afraid, and we beseeched him to carry us to the Undying Lands.
But Ossë, our teacher of many years, grieved when he discovered that we were to leave him. We petitioned him to join us on our journey, but that was not possible, for he was unable to leave the shores and seas of Middle-earth, being unwilling to leave them to the care of another. There were some of our number, however, who were as unwilling to leave Ossë as he was to part with them. And these he persuaded to stay on the shores of the Hither Lands, and although we grieved that yet more of our kin should be lost, we saw that they were happy in their choice, and did not begrudge them it. Ever after they were known as the Falathrim, and they became the greatest shipbuilders in Middle-earth.
But these were not the only members of our race to remain behind in Middle-earth. For the closest kin of Elwë were loath to leave him behind, not wishing to travel to Valinor without their Lord, and yet not wishing to forsake the chance to see the Two Trees. Eventually, however, their love for Elwë proved the stronger, and they forsook the westward journey, although only for a time, as they hoped. But they became the Eglath, the Forsaken People, and ever after they could not bear to look upon the sea, the sight of which filled them with sorrow and a longing for the Blessed Realm.
The rest of us, however, led by Olwë, embarked on the next stage of our journey, and were drawn across the Great Sea Belegaer on the Isle of Balar, the same way, as we later learnt, that our kindred the Vanyar and the Noldor had reached the Undying Lands. As the shoreline of Middle-earth faded away behind us, some of us grew uneasy, thinking of the green and pleasant land we had forsaken, and all of our kin that had been left behind. Once again we were apprehensive about what was to come, and the dark and shifting waters of Belegaer did nothing to calm our fears, reminding us only of how far we had to travel, and our lack of knowledge of what we would find when we got there.
But then Ulmo spoke to us, and soothed our fears, reminding us that when we reached Valinor we should be reunited with our kin, and would finally behold the two trees Telperion and Laurelin, the lure of which had kept us on our journey for so long. And we were comforted, and when we eventually beheld on the horizon the Pelóri, on the shores of the Blessed Realm, we felt as if we were finally coming home.