You found yourself wandering long down the shores nearest to the Grey Havens- something you always did in these moments when you were visiting your friends before the departed for Valinor.

Something you felt.. pulling you to stay for now. You knew eventually you'd hear the call to venture forth and to Valinor on the voyage to get there. You knew it would come soon enough, but for now your fëa told you to stay here, to wander the beaches and see everything that they had to offer.

So you did, today as you walked- looking at the crashing waves upon the shore... you couldn't help but hear the sound of a soft and raspy voice being carried upon the wind. The tune morose and sad... you felt... entranced. You couldn't help but follow it, until you came upon an elf standing there.

His clothes worn and tattered, his long black hair dry and no doubt brittle, his skin kissed by Arien's light when she rose as Tilion set. As beautiful as he was... there was just something... so haunting about him. You could not help but stare as you listened to him sing... even despite the raspy-ness of his voice, it was beautiful.