Eärendil Through Idril's Eyes

(exactly 100 words)

I find myself looking for the youngling whom I carried on my back through the Eagle's Cleft as we escaped from betrayed Gondolin.  

Instead, I now see a man, the image of his father; eyes as grey as the sea, flaxen hair caught by the salt-laden breeze as he stares out over the waves. 

All too soon, he has become too old for my wishes to safely hold him home.  He hears the call of Ulmo and Ossë. 

Perhaps his wife will be strong enough to keep him ashore at her side, but I fear the sea is stronger.