The Twelve Days of Tolkien - Drabble Series

On the sixth day of Christmas my dear muse sent to me

Legolas sailing

The Sea! Ever has its song plagued my heart, whispering promises of a land beyond. It laps at my feet now, bidding me hurry.

I turn my gaze back to, to Ithilien’s woods. I see in my mind the Greenwood, verdant , unblemished, and my dear father, who will doubtless join me in time. I see Gondor, and Elessar, who has long passed away. Ai, to leave all this behind! But the longing now is too strong, too urgent.

A low grunt interrupts my thoughts, and reminds me that I dally.

At least, I do not leave these shores alone.