By the time it had actually reached the shore line Thranduil had fallen asleep. Even though he had Ziza had not. Her people found her and took on board, she had explained to them who Thranduil was, and decided to take him on board as well; he wasn't aware of it yet, but Thranduil was about to start a new life.

Chapter 3 – The life of the moon.

She couldn't remember much after the dagger had been driven through her chest. When they had finally reached the ship to go to middle earth she had blacked out.

A consistent rocking started to lull Erestor out of her dreams. She had been dreaming of hearing Thranduil telling her to survive and that she'd be alright. Even though she couldn't see his face, she could hear his voice though.

A violent jolt, suddenly shock her awake. As she got up to look around, she felt a sharp sting in her chest; as she looked down she saw her chest was all bandaged up. Soon another jolt distracted her. As she looked around she noticed that she must have been in some ship, underneath it.

She couldn't fully comprehend the situation, but it didn't take her long to release that Thranduil wasn't there.

Suddenly she heard someone coming down the stairs across from the bed she was resting in. As she looked to see who it was, a air of recognition struck her-it was, it was Cirdan; but how?

"I see you have woken up?" Cooed Cirdan tenderly.

Looking up at him Erestor suddenly noticed another little boy coming down the stairs. Noticing where Erestors attention had gone, Cirdan turned his head and smiled.

"I see you've half ways meet my nephew Poencak." Said Cirdan ushering for the young boy to come close.

"My lady." Said Poencak presenting Erestor with a small bow.

"Where is my brother? He is here, right?" Demanded Erestor with great unease in her heart.

"I got told to deliver a message to you, from your brother, Thranduil. He said- that sometimes to save the ones you love, you sometimes have to be one step away from them, then next to them. He also gave me this to give to you."

Cirdan stepped towards Erestor, sitting down on her bed; he took her small palm and in it, laid the tiny necklace Thranduil had given him, to give to Erestor.

It was unbelievable, why had Thranduil left her behind? Their mother had told them, to stick together hadn't she?

Has she balanced the necklace in her hand, she didn't want to accept it. It wasn't true! He couldn't have left her behind?

With one last stroke of her finger on the necklace, she threw it across the room.

Looking in disbelief, but knowing why she had done it, Cirdan got up and picked the neglected token of peace up.

"He had to. He saved you, and everyone else on this ship." Said Cirdan sorrowfully.

"No he didn't. He left everyone behind." Replied Erestor amidst sobs, under the cover, she had now thrown over herself.

Both Cirdan and Poencak looked at each other, with miserable faces. They knew how hard it was on her, but things were going to only get harder.

She had fallen back to sleep again, after that short and brief argument with Cirdan.

Suddenly she got thrown out of her bed; much to her annoyance. Shortly before hand Erestor dreamt, of seeing Thranduil in a forest, she was calling and running towards him. He didn't seem to notice her, but just when he did and turned around to call her name, the ship jolted violently and threw her out of the bed.

Hitting her head on the floor so hard, Erestor bundled up into a ball shape and was covering her head with her arms; all the way repeating some very un-lady like words, she had learnt from some of the stable boys and her older brothers. That's when she heard foot steps rushing down the stairs to her room.

"We have arrived my la-"Poencak was stopped short in his tracks when he saw Erestor laying there.

He started to laugh, and went over to Erestors side to help her up.

"My clumsy lady, we have finally arrived in middle earth. You must come up on deck and take a look; it's a beautiful country to behold." Helping Erestor up, he rubbed her head, but continued chuckling to himself, especially since he heard some of the words, Erestor let go of herself.

As Erestor went on deck, with Poencak, she indeed behold a beautiful country. They had arrived at a port city as it seemed. Although it was a port city like the one she used to live in, it was very much different.

There were buildings that seemed to reach to the sky, they seemed to be marble grey, but shone white in the sun. There were green full blossomed trees everywhere and few ports to actually dock ships. When she looked ahead she could see a grand gate, miles in front of her. Actually the only reason she saw it, was because of her keen elvish eye sight. It seemed to be made out of oak, but still had a light color to it.

Her main concentration focal point was on all the grand buildings.

Unlike the buildings of her old home, these had curved roofs, which shone in the sun more brightly then any diamond. Above her head sea birds circled, singing songs of new life. Entranced by the sight, Cirdan was able to hurry Erestor along the small town; it was almost just a haven.

Sensing her amazement of her surroundings Cirdan told her:

"It's called the Grey Havens. It might not be as grand as the ones you're used to; but for us, it's all we need." Smiling he looked around, himself.