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The Chronicles of the Teleri
Tol Eressëa
As we approached the shores of Valinor, our sense of homecoming increased, although there were many among us who could not help but think still of all that we had left behind, and we could not help but regret, just a little, the loss of Middle-earth, and our kin, and our friends. Thus there was great rejoicing when we perceived, as we entered a great bay on the coast of the Undying Lands, that our friend and teacher Ossë had after all followed us from Middle-earth. Joyfully did we greet him, even more so when we learnt that he had come to petition Ulmo not to completely sunder us from the world we had left behind. For he requested that the Vala would anchor the Isle of Balar in the bay where it now floated, so that we would still have contact with the sea, and Ossë the Lord of the Waves.
This request did Ulmo readily grant, for on our long journey across the Sundering Seas, he had learnt something of our hearts and minds, and knew that we dearly loved the sea and its music, and the stars in the heavens. And we had also learnt something of his mind, for we had discovered that he had from the very beginning opposed the summons of the Eldar to Valinor, and although we could not completely agree with him, we were happy that he should understand our wish not to forsake those things that we loved.
So the Isle of Balar was left floating upon the sea in the bay of Valinor, which was named the Bay of Eldamar, or Elvenhome. And the isle itself was also given a new name, Tol Eressëa, the Lonely Isle. And an appropriate name it came to be.
We dwelt for many years alone on the isle, content to be within sight of the Blessed Realm, and yet more so to still be near the sea and under the stars of Varda. And although we did not know it, the long years in which we dwelt apart from our kindred the Vanyar and the Noldor, sundered us from them more completely than ever before, and we became almost as a separate race.
In those long years our arts progressed, and our music of the sea and the stars became more wonderful than ever, haunting the air with its melodic strains. And we made our island home bloom with far greater beauty than in Middle-earth, for the proximity of Blessed Realm and the Two Trees encouraged all manner of flowers and trees to thrive.
But eventually our love for the sea and the stars began to wane somewhat, and although we knew that we could never completely forsake them, our closeness to Valinor began to assert a strong influence on our hearts. For we perceived that, behind the mountains of the Pelóri, the land was lit with a golden glow, which we knew must be the light of the Two Trees. For a while this distant glimpse was enough to satisfy us, and we were happy. But eventually, we began to long to see the Trees themselves, and also to see our kindred from whom we had been so long parted.
Thus it was now our turn to petition Ulmo, and ask him to convey us somehow to Valinor. And he in turn, by the will of the Valar, called on Ossë, our friend, and commanded him to teach us the art of shipbuilding. Ossë grieved at the command, but he could not disobey it, and thus he helped us to build beautiful white ships to carry us over the waters of Eldamar to the shores of the Undying Lands.
But the waters of Elvenhome were as smooth as glass, for there was not a breath of wind to stir them. And we were dismayed at the thought that we still might not be able to reach the Blessed Realm. But Ossë once again proved his love for us, for even though he did not wish us to leave the Lonely Isle, he would not deny us that one thing that we wanted above all others. So as his final gift to us, he sent many white swans, to draw our ships across the water. So beautiful were these swans, that ever after we constructed our ships in their likeness, that Ossë would know how grateful we were to him.
As we passed over the waters of the bay, Tol Eressëa slowly vanished behind us into the twilight. But for once we were not thinking about what was behind. Nor did we regret leaving our home. For our true home was before us. We had finally come to Valinor.