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Elrond does not see it, when they pass beyond everything he has ever known, but he feels it at once. For the first time in days, Elrond rises from his berth and makes his way to the deck, seized by an eagerness for fresh air and sunlight which he had not realized he’d lost until the weight of years was shed from his shoulders.
On the deck, the rising sun shines golden on the water, and the tailwind is brisk and beckoning. Elrond follows it to the bow, where land awaits at last: emerald green under the brightest of skies.