The waves sang Celebrían's farewell as the ship sailed into the sinking sun, passing at last even from elven-sight. Now murmuring against the ships that lay at anchor, the water promised to bear any that chose to follow.
Elrond's hand lay stiff on Arwen's shoulder, as Celebrían's had lain stiff on her face.
Arwen rose from her huddling as Eärendil cast an uneven path onto the water. There is too much here yet for me to choose, Arwen's mind pleaded with the sea. My doom among it.
She turned and walked toward the lit harbour town.