Disclaimer: All Tolkien's (fault)
Author's Note: Another for 'hearing'. The'yre coming thick and fast, but they're all rather melancholy from me this week, I'm afraid.
He among them heard it first: the low, distant roar of waves beating upon the shore. Next a wind-borne cry, quickly joined by others, echoing through the Vala-crafted masonry of steep-sided mountains. Turning keen eyes, as grey-blue as the endless sea, skyward, he beheld the gulls, shrieking as their white bodies wheeled in a seemingly endless and unchoreographed dance. From their high vantage, could they see that far land denied even his Elven sight? A gentle touch lifted him from his reverie, ready to continue. An oath carried him east, but the cries of seabirds carried his spirit ever westward.