Continuing the story of Celebrían in Valinor.
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.
She never gave up hope; Círdan, too, had not arrived - but some said he would not.
Then – a sail.
As if their hearts had heard a call, Celebrían, Elrond, and Galadriel ran to the dock hand in hand.
‘My boys!’ Celebrían thought, ‘My boys!’
For all three would hear the song of her sons.
Uncle Galathil was waiting too… and then Celebrían knew that someone else also sailed on this last ship, this postscript to the history of Elves in Middle Earth.
As the first person stepped slowly onto the dock, she ran, hair streaming, crying “Daddy, my Daddy…!”
I know - definitely shades of a long ago BBC dramatisation... but it got stuck in my brain and I just had to go with it!