A/N: Inspired by:  Yet by Sirion and the sea there grew up an Elven-folk, the gleanings of Doriath and Gondolin; and from Balar the mariners of Círdan came among them, and they took to the waves and the building of ships, dwelling ever nigh to the coasts of Arvernien, under the shadow of Ulmo's hand. (Chapter 23 Of Tuor and the Fall of Gondolin)

 Foresight

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"Look, Atto! It's Master Cirdan!"  Eärendil ducked under the lower edge of the sail and scrambled to the bow of Tuor's clinker-built pinnace.  He eagerly leaned over the prow.  "Oh, Look how his ship gleams in the sun! I want to sail one just like it when I grow up, Atto!"

"You'll have to build it first, little one," Tuor indulgently told him from the stern, guiding their small vessel towards the elven ship.  

Eärendil nodded vigorously.  "I'm going to build the very best ship in the world! And I'm going to sail it where nobody has sailed before!"