He sat, silent and still; in the glow of the pale morning light. His elven eyes could see much farther than any man’s. His gaze lingered on the glimmering sea. His heart longed to cross the shimmering water into the Undying Lands of his people.
But; he would not leave. Not yet.
He had a chance to escape the evil that was overcoming this world. But he was still apart of it. He would not abandon the world to it’s fate.
He would go, he would sail into the Undying Lands, but not until Aragorn was king, and his reign had passed to his decendents. When his mortal friends had gone beyond this world and the sun had once again began to shine clear, and he knew in his heart that he was not leaving Middle-earth to its death.
Then, and only then would he go. He would sail over the sea in a gray ship…
And with that thought he went to wake Gimli and Aragorn. They had a journey, and a mission to complete. He walked over to his sleeping companions as the sun began to rise…