A Rougher Sea, a Deeper Gulf by Himring  

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A Rougher Sea, a Deeper Gulf (1)

POV Galdor


They are somewhere alive and well, Elendil insisted.
Sometimes it was the fond father who insisted, and sometimes the leader of what was left of his people. It was hard to tell for listeners whether there was true Sight here or just desperate hope.
Galdor would have asked for Cirdan’s permission to take his ship and look, either way, as Elendil’s ships were too damaged to sail again.
Days of scanning the broken coast. Then a first sign. Galdor’s breath and hope quickened. A hull on the beach—and Anarion’s wife beside it, her hair twisted with mud and gold.


Chapter End Notes

The prompts for this drabble were: 

Four-word prompt: quickening, somewhere, alive, well
Poetry quotation prompt: Their hair behind them twisted with mud and gold.


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