Ships

Olwë looked up from the model of the white ships which were taking form on the starlit sands, smiling to see an elfling running along the tideline.  The child stooped every so often to pick up shells and wave-polished stones before dropping them for the next treasure.

The king looked at the model and sighed.  "I just don't understand how these ships will cross to Aman when we are to make no oars nor sails."

A voice, like the rush of the sea, filled his mind.  Have faith.  The means will be provided when the ships are complete, my son.

(written Nov 2, 2008)