Sea
by Dancingkatz
This must be how the shipwrecked man must feel, stranded on some desolate, desert isle, with nothing in sight but endless, empty water and cold waves; having clutched desperately at some spar as I now clutch the White Rod of my new office.
Isolated, apart, as if he were the only soul left on an Arda empty of human life.
I have wondered why it was that my father, Ecthelion, was so distant. Now, having taken the heavy mantle of Ruling Steward onto my own shoulders I can understand; being newly wrecked myself upon this sea of endless, bitter duty.