Setting Sails for Valinor RPG

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Imthôlion was shocked to see Siralil and his son at The Swan. Did Siralil intend to reclaim his place on the ship, thus forcing Tanroth to stay behind? Rage coursed through Imthôlion’s veins, so he left the Inn before he did anything he might later regret. A cool breeze drifted from the west, drawing the elf’s attention to the great expanse of water. Beyond that great expanse was the great continent of Aman. Imthôlion’s heart was torn in two. To the west was a perfect life, but to the east was all he had ever known and loved. Could he really leave his homeland in this time of war, without even trying to fight in the great battle? Deep in his heart, Imthôlion knew he would not be able to rest until he helped fight the Evil. A stay in the Halls of Mandos would be ahead of him of he did not sail now, for he knew he would die in battle. Yet now he was so close to sailing, Imthôlion found that his heart belonged to Middle Earth. Though evil walked her fair lands, Middle Earth was a fair land in which he had been born.

As Imthôlion thought about which way he would go, west or back east, he found that his feet had taken him to the harbour by their own accord. He looked up at the great ship that he had stopped next to. Tanroth would be left behind, for Siralil would have his way, as older elves often do. Imthôlion had never liked Siralil, and now he saw clearly that Siralil was not a just elf, for no just elf would give up their place on a Ship, only to take it back from one who had made such an effort to get his companions to the Havens. Tanroth deserved his place more than any elf Imthôlion knew. Perhaps if it came to it, Imthôlion would give up his place so that Tanroth could sail, for Imthôlion knew that Tanroth wanted to sail more than he. Imthôlion didn’t even think he wanted to sail know. No, he had made his choice. He would stay and fight with the other elves who had remained. He would die valiantly in battle.