She walked beneath whispering leaves as moonbeams fell on the grass and glittered on her hair. Soft breezes from the Sea were fluttering and whirling between the trees, like a silenced laughter. She took a step forward and gazed into the distance from under a lower branch.
Mist covered the distance while the winds cleared the shore, the shadow of the wings of the sea-gulls passed over the glittering moonshine on the Sea. She sat down slowly on a pile of gathered leaves and kept her gaze to the West. She could hear the songs from the departing ships. For many a yeni in Lindon, she had always loved the sight of the White Ships at dawn. The chests of the swans would shine white in the flaming lights of the rising sun. Yet her feelings of the ships had changed of late. She wondered more than ever where they sailed to and the journey. The shimmering fish on the waves could tell her of the wonders and secrets of the high seas while her dreams were still under the mist of the horizons.
She leaned on a tree and her heart sang of the love she bore for this green Earth. As the Moon sailed in the night sky, the winds brought another song to her, a song to the stars high above. It was the chorus of the elves of the Shore, whom kept company to her in the last a few seasons. She harkened to this ethereal call as her green eyes glinted and shimmered in the moonlight.
