Challenge: Plants; Seaweed.
Characters: An unnamed mortal fisherman.
The storm had raged for days; wind howling through the stone houses huddled together just beyond the reach of the angry sea. Then came a sunrise so beautiful it was as if the storm had never been.
Further out the sea was still high and so, leaving his boat in harbour a little longer, the fisherman walked the shore to see what had been cast up. It took him a little time to realise the long dark strands were not seaweed but floating hair, the body rolling in the surf. The fëa of Makalaurë Fëanorion had finally joined his brothers.