Sea Prison
Rising from her bed, in the pure faint light of morning, Narwen crossed her room to stand at the window. Today, she would do as she always did; help the Lord Cirdan with those who sought to sail for the Undying Lands. She never ceased to wonder at the color of the sea, grey, like steel; and though she tried to fight it, she often longed to go with them. But she couldn't. Melannen said he'd return to her, and so, she waited.
Maybe Lord Cirdan wouldn't mind if she looked for something else to do today. A diversion from sadness.