The Gift of Swans by annarobots  

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Chapter 1


There on the shores of the Lonely Isle we abode under the stars, and yet within sight of the radiance of the Blessed Realm.  The light streamed forth, kindling the dark waves to silver and gold, and there bloomed the flowers.  Our songs were filled with the sound of waves upon the shore, and we danced in robes sewn with pearls. 

“The ships await,” they said, and the flutes and pipes called.  And we climbed into the hollow bodies of the ships that we learned to build under the teaching of Ossë, who, grieving, gave us the gift of swans.


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