The sea was blue, the sky was blue and their robes were blue, but their mood was more fey than somber. Bodies felt strange and limiting. Robes chafed, rubbed and slipped off shoulders. The attempt to ameliorate the marring must be made, and they were confident their decision to oppose Sauron was the right one, but they had had little notion of the restrictions that being confined to one shape would impose. They had blithely shrugged them on. The sand of the shore gritted under their feet and the East beckoned. They would follow their hearts and not look back.

A speed drabble using the words: notion, attempt, sky, follow, blue