A/N:  Inspired by:  "Then at the bidding of the Valar Eönwë went to the shore of Aman, where the companions of Eärendil still remained, awaiting tidings; and he took a boat, and the three mariners were set therein, and the Valar drove them away into the East with a great wind." (Chapter 24, Of the Voyage of Eärendil and the War of Wrath)

West Wind

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Eärendil watched the white swan ship out of sight, standing next to Eonwë on one of the hidden watchtowers that looked east from the heights of the Pelóri.  "I would have liked to have bidden them farewell.  We have sailed together since before Vingilot's keel was laid."  He drew his cloak tighter about himself as the west wind grew stronger.

"They will arrive safely between Lord Manwe's winds and Lord Ulmo's waves."

"What did you tell them, when you sent them off?" the Mariner asked.

Eonwë smiled. "I told them to remember that hope would rise for all in Middle-earth."