Still, there was no mistaking the golden head at the rudder of the small boat that approached the dock of Avalonë. In a craft of edain construct, he had done it - crossed the Sundering Sea.
For the first time in the years since Gimli's departure, Legolas felt something besides grief and loss. At his side, he felt his mother shift in excitement, likely wishing that the little boat would move faster.
Finally, the boat was moored, and its pilot safely ashore.
"I didn't either," Thranduil said, and gathered his family close.
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