Title; On Western Shores.
For the 'Descendants' challenge.
Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me, but are being used for amusement only, and all rights remain with the estate of JRR Tolkien.
Light glinted on the waves; tiny flecks of silver, dancing in front of Legolas’ eyes.
He looked out to the East, thinking of those friends no longer there. Even their descendants, to three or four generations, would have fled the circles of the world by now. It no longer hurt him to think of them – he remembered them all with gentle pleasure.
At the sea’s edge the light glinted, too, on shining chestnut waves of hair. He took a step or two towards his wife, wrapped his arms around her swelling belly. Here, too, there would be generations to come.