East Away! by Flora-lass  

East Away!

Alas! Bleak heave the billows in my heart

As, like a thief at night, I must depart.

My disapproving kin cry: ‘Errantry!’

And bid me take a wife who hates the sea.

I hear the mermaid's flute and the sea-bell

As gratefully I feel the gentle swell

Beneath my feet. Here in the prow I stand

And do not watch the disappearing land.

With happy mariners I am at home

Jetsam I leave, lest flotsam I become.

This son of Eärendil and Tuor

Sets course for havens far from Numenor;

Craves the warm welcome of the Lord Shipwright

And vast, dark forests - ever my delight.

High King Gil-galad, far-sighted and wise

(Who reads more than my father in the skies)

Knows my true worth; my counsel he will seek

As I seek his. Now my thoughts seem less bleak!

While on this road, leaving the West behind

May I no tempests or new shadows find.

Chapter End Notes

I had to look up the difference between flotsam and jetsam, before using that particular title - flotsam is wreckage, whereas jetsam is stuff which has been deliberately discarded. 

This could be happening in SA 829 - but there were probably other occasions when Aldarion departed Numenor in a similar state...