“So,” said Gimli, facing the sea. “I guess this is the end.”
“The end maybe,” replied the Elf, busying with checking the great gray ship, “to the Fellowship of the Ring. But not the end as we have feared.”
Gimli looked upon the white gulls and the shining water. “Years have passed since the Great War of the Ring,” he murmured, “Yet I cannot rid the memory of it…”
“Then let us diminish into the sea!” said Legolas, smiling faintly. “There we will find a green land, full of flowers, trees, and joy that never be again troubled…”

Saying so the Elf and the Dwarf hopped on board. Gimli stared at the way to the Misty Mountains.
“You don’t suppose there will be caves in the Grey Haven, will there?” he asked regretfully.
The Elf smiled again. “No, not yet.”
The Dwarf nodded with appreciation.

So they sailed. Leaving the cherish and perilous memories behind they sailed, far, far into the sea…

They came into a halt after countless days, when Gimli spotted a shining strand of hair floating on the water.
“Lo~!” he cried, “That is – no, that looks like – the hair of The Lady!”
“It is indeed,” said the Elf dimly. Gimli looked upon his once-fair face, and found a grave shadow that was upon his heart.
“What do you mean, Legolas?” he asked, though he thought he knew the answer.
“This is the Grey Havens,” answered the Elf as if he was very tired. “All shall end up here…”
“The Grey Grave in the sea…” marveled Gimli. “What do you know….”

Before them were a mountain of shipwrecks, high up and glittering under the blood-red sun. No one, alive or dead could be seen in sight, and far, far away the gulls called in a desperate cry…

Legolas and Gimli exchanged one last look. “It has been nice,” Gimli grunted, “to be your friend.”
“And friend we shall be, forever,” answered the Elf, and his voice died away in the wind, along with the Dwarf’s hallow laugh, and was heard no more at that age of the world….