And as some reviewers pointed out, the two Blue wizards are missing. As I read in an essay Tolkien wrote, he speculated that the three more powerful wizards might have come later, in the same boat, while the blue wizards came first. Whatever.
The tall, grey haired elf was looking expectantly at the sea, as if he was waiting for something. He did not turn when he heard footsteps.
My lord? The young elf said quietly. You should come indoors. You have been standing there for hours.
I am waiting for them to arrive.
There was more than a hint of disbelief in the young one's voice.
Waiting for who to come? From the Blessed Realm?
He finally turned to face him.
Do not ask me anything. Go back inside, Galdor, he said sternly.
The young elf shrugged lightly and walked away. The shipwright still stood there, immovable in the wind, like a stone statue.
The sun was setting in the Western Seas when a black dot appeared in the midst of the clouds. It was a ship.
* * * * *
There were three of them. One was clad in white, one in grey and one in brown. The white one, with his air authority, was evidently the leader. Cirdan walked over to converse with him.
His name was Curumo, he said. But now they are nameless. They came out of the Sea with the order of the Sacred Ones.
A star shines on the hour of our meeting. We welcome you, here in Mithlond, said Cirdan. The Darkness is stirring again in the recent years, and the Eldar fear.
Their eyes met and he did not like what he saw in them. There was wisdom, but there was also a touch of pride.
He invited them into his house. Curumo smiled and accepted, his eyes glinting in the last rays of the sun.
The grey one behind him cast back his hood.
I am Olorin, he said.
* * * * *
After a few wanings of the moon, the grey one prepared to leave.
Cirdan watched silently as he mounted on his horse. I wish you well, he said.
Olorin just nodded and adjusted his grey pointed hat, which he had somehow acquired while staying in the shipwright's house.
I will certainly be well, for I am not with Curumo, he chuckled. His looked back to the house with a twinkle in his eye.
And there is something I would like you to have, Cirdan said gravely. He placed a perfect circle, a ruby set in a golden band, into his open hand.
You are now Keeper of Narya, one of the Three Elven Rings Celebrimbor made of old, he said.
I thought you would certainly give it to Curumo, as he is both the older and more powerful one.
But you are the wiser one.
Olorin slipped it onto his finger and the ruby glittered in the moonlight, burning with a fire inside.
May Varda's stars ever guide your wandering feet, Grey Pilgrim.
Olorin galloped into the darkness and vanished in the distance.
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