I have now finaly seen the Great Fish Home. The Great Sea, Belegear in the language of the magical Elves. But, alas for all the wrong reasons. For all my life I wished to see it. The Great Fish Home. Seal Bath. I wished to lay my eye upon the large Wave-floaters of the Elves and men of Gondor. I saw only two.
I wished to see mighty waves, crashing upon rock and stone, sand and beach. I wished always to wrought myself a wave-floater and sail the Great Fish Home. One to rival those of Dale and the upper Fish-path. I wish always to see a Sea better than that of the East, the Inland Sea of Rhún. I wished to swim in an open current inwhich I would mayhaps be swept away to a magical land! But alas no. I saw very few sails upon the Sea. I saw a pyre. I saw the towering smoke smoke. A great shodowy piller fluttering up into the sky from it's source, you. You, upon your floating pyre, floated outward. Westward. Then, the first crackles and snaps could be heard over the din of the crashing sea. The first wisps of smoke came to view. For but a moment, I wished too throw myself into the Sea. Swim. Swim hard and fast to be next to you once more old friend. I wished to exhaust myself if only to lay next to you for a moment. I know, though, I would surely die.
You always told me that to throw your life away was stupid. And so, I refraimed. I stood for several hours after your pyre and smoke could only be seen has a small dot upon the horizon. Untill after a while I could contain my greif no more. My knees fell upon sand and water. The first shedding of tears began. Tears for you, old friend, old companion and tutor. Never again shall I see you. Hither shall I remain without you.
I saw the Great Fish Home. The Great Sea, as I have always wanted too. But, alas for all the wrong reasons. I wish not to see it again. Ever.
