He stood under the rain at the Grey Havens, days before his departure. Staring into the sea, he thought about his beloved. Duty kept him from his love when she departed, but now his duty is done. When he leaves Middle Earth, there will be no reason for him to return to the sword again, save for sport. Eventually his children will follow him, and the sounds in his life would be of laughter and love, not the screams of the dying. He could finally go home. He could already imagine the embrace of his beloved soothing his weary soul…