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Language Of Light Signals

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Second Age of the Sun, later years (before the Downfall of Númenór), near the old haven of Umbar.

Union Of Heaven And Earth

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The dwarves are afraid of the sea, and some of the Eldar avoid the shore.

They fear the desire that awakens once the calls of the seagulls are heard.

The singer

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"Hush child, she is singing".

Earcalie looked arund. There was nobody on the beach except the harpist and herself.

"She who?"

The other elleth didn't answer, instead resuming her plucking of the harp chords. The notes mingled with the sound of the sea waves and the breeze, and Earcalie finally understood.

Memories of a life past: I will wait here...

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It will be a short travel to deliver materials and a letter to Mithlond, Celonion said. "Wait for me". It was a sunny morning and the waves were calm in the little moor right Edhellond.

Memories of a life past: It is not always clear skies and blue sea

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... it is not always clear skies and blue sea... she knew in that moment, as the storm was going on, she would have never seen him again...

Trouble on the horizon

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Trouble on the horizon

Hey oh! Sea Elf!

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Hey oh! Sea Elf!

Belegaer the Great Sea

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I fly like seagulls upon your waves

"To the Sea, to the Sea! The white gulls are crying, The wind is blowing, and the white foam is flying!"

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To the Sea, to the Sea! The white gulls are crying,
The wind is blowing, and the white foam is flying.
West, west away, the round sun is falling.
Grey ship, grey ship, do you hear them calling,
The voices of my people that have gone before me?
I will leave, I will leave the woods that bore me;

Sea elf

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