I remember standing on the rocks in shin-deep water as the waves rolled in, gazing out over the wide lake and imagining that it was the Sea, and that Elvenhome was not that far away.
Or sometimes I imagined that it was The Anduin, and I would see Boromir's funeral boat drift by as if lit by moonlight.
And sometimes I just stood and sang.
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...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve.
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