MorellSunweaver

     Legolas was standing at the railing of the sailor, holding the rope in his hand. He was leaving Middlearth behind. The air was clear and he was going towards the light. Feeling well he welcomed the wind and returned to the rudder. Gimli was sitting nearby on the blanket. He was old and Legolas simply didn’t want him to drive their ship. In fact, no matter it was tough dwarf, his age was taking its toll… As well as the injury of head he suffered.      The whitehaired dwarf was sleepy, but suddenly awaken and realized that he isn’t in home in Gondor, where they spared a lot of time. “Where am I?”      “Calm down, Gimli…” Another problem...