Source: LOTR book verse
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The water’s edge has a dull sheen; like a belt of metal along the shores of the bay. The glimmer in Galadriel’s glass becomes a shimmering buckle, joining up the ends and cutting him off as the white ship diminishes out of sight and out of time.
Aman, Undying Lands... Sam imagines other skies and other shores; great halls of silver and glass.
Will Frodo retain memories of smaller rooms in those vast spaces?
Water surges between stones and toes with a sound like bones in a box.
He holds himself absolutely still as darkness finds its reflection in the sea.