[Saelind]

Neviel's eyes grew large as saucers as he heard his teacher and the visitor referring to the lands that lay to the west, the place where Miz Bella had once lived. Neviel's jaw fell open in astonishment. His father had always taught him that only Elves were permitted to sail to the Blessed Lands. With one or two rare exceptions, men and hobbits and even dwarves were not allowed to set foot in Aman and then sail back across the waters. Yet here was Miz Bella claiming that she had done precisely that and saying she had lived a long time in a land across the sea.

"Hey, Woody," Neviel leaned closer to his friend, gripping him forcibly by the shoulder. "Did you hear that? Miz Bella is an Elf."

Woody turned and looked at him. He said nothing but there was a look of surprise on his face.

"You don't believe me, do you? I know she doesn't look like an Elf. But that's the only possible explanation. No one can sail to the West and live on an island over the Seas unless they are an Elf. Just ask my dad. He knows everything." Neviel stared intently at Miz Bella. She was the shortest Elf that he had ever seen.