Time... it felt... long.

Painful even you dared to think- though never aloud. Since the Fall of Gondolin years upon years ago those images had never left your mind. How could you possibly forget?

Watching Glorfindel in a feat of valiance and bravery- and maybe... a little too foolhardy- fend off a Balrog. Incredible elven warriors and even the mortal named Tuor that day had seemed to slew many of the demons.

It was impressive, but alas the moment of final victory seemed short lived... when even the creature with no life inside of it... seemed to avenge itself against Glorfindel by grabbing his beautiful long blond hair you had loved to braid and run your fingers through... pulling him down too.

Lord Elrond had sent you here... to the Gray Havens.

He said... you could be helped by the arriving Emissaries. Something to make those memories not so vivid because even with Lord Elrond's help.. still they did not diminish.

But as you stood there, you looked on as the ship docked, and quietly watched a file of Maiar come off the ship...