Character: Legolas… or other
Disclaimer: Tolkien’s - not Kortirion’s
Sea-wind tangled hair, abrading skin with sand that settled in every fold of cloth. His eyes watered, scoured by salt-tang as he sang. He’d walked far along the strand when another voice joined his. He couldn’t focus, his eyes dazzled with water-light. Archaic words sewed the air; ahead strode a dark-haired figure, tall and lean. He followed, eager to discover who keened for Valinor.
Sun sank, stars blossomed; sleep came unbidden. Ancient eyes smiled in dreams, “my way is not yours, Sinda. When you cross - tell them Maglor waits.”
He awoke in peace, tears binding coarse sand beneath his cheek.