No Matter the Cost by spookystoy

Chapter 1

A flotilla of white sails bloomed around us under the starlight. With each rolling wave, the ships' lamps swayed, flickering light like a living being. Their pale glow was a gross parody of Father's Silmarils, a constant reminder of our oath to recover them no matter the cost.

My eyes sought the form of my father in the ship ahead and found him, straining forward, hands clenched into fists. No doubt that fierce stare was fixed ahead, as though he could will Middle-earth toward him. 

Behind us, laments from Alqualondë still carried on the breeze. We did not look back.