An excerpt taken from the memoirs of Aradil, an Elf of the Avorrim:
There are those among my kin with the patience to observe the steady changing of the tides and the passing of uneventful days. They gracefully accept this lonely exile without question: Lord Círdan commanded us, and we obey, hidden in caverns along the shore within easy distance of the ruins of once-beautiful Edhellond.
I was not as convinced of the soundness of our vigil. Living in secret, keeping endless watch, waiting for some sign...Edhellond is destroyed and lays like carrion bones beneath the sun, battered by surf and wind, empty. The hope that we might one day reclaim it has dulled and the haven which once boasted a proud fleet is no more than a gathering place for corsairs and looters. At least then our swords and our fury have use.
Let it not be said that I craved battle and bloodshed and needless death. Yet mine was the life of a soldier, and though the clarion call of trumpets and the march of armies had faded into memory, my heart yearned for more than this endless waiting. Surely there were yet great deeds for the Avorrim to accomplish.
Despair had begun to hollow me as surely as the tide once carved the stone of these lonely cliffs. My steps wound often along the shore of the Bay, my heart yearning for change, for purpose.
There, beside the sea, is where I found him.
Bloody, broken, surrounded by gulls, I thought him dead at first, the victim of a shipwreck or naval battle, for the battered remnants of his armour bore the sigil of the knights of Dol Amroth. Resolved to see that this poor soul should be returned to that city for proper burial, I approached. The gulls did not scatter, nor did they seem to be making a feast of this unfortunate flotsam. At least he should not suffer that final ignominy.
The sea birds alone were witness to my shock and alarm when I discovered that the young knight yet drew breath, clinging to life despite the gruesome wreck of his body. The maidens of Ulmo had been kind in bringing his body up from the depths, and I realized then that Fate had answered the silent wish of my heart in a most unforeseen way, as Fate always does.
In my mind I named him Gwealion, son of the gulls, who watched in approval as I gently carried my new charge away from the shore.
