The waves struck the shore as Cirdan watched them from one of the many balconies of his home. This one was his favorite because it also allowed a good view of Mithlond's shipyard. A new project was underway at this very moment. It was a magnificent ship to cross some of his disheartened people over the ocean to the Undying Lands like many he had built or had overseen the process of building in the past. It didn't mean it wasn't special though. Every ship was. This one even more so as it was Istion's first solo ship project from conception to completion.   

While looking at the horizon, Cirdan couldn't help but think on how his kin were doing at Alqualondë. Were they still alive at the Teleri city or dead at the Halls of Mandos? He couldn't deny he missed greatly those who had left on Tol Eressëa many millennia ago. Yet, he knew his job wasn't over and that he could only leave to join those of his kin who had managed to survive the First Kinslaying at the hands of Fëanor and his followers after the last Elf had either died or sailed away from Middle-earth. So wished the Valar and so it would be. Until that day he had to quell the calling of his heart and that of the Sea.

The sound of the waves crashing into the rocks to the south of the harbor was ever present. Their song the same across the ages of Arda. A symphony of hope to his ears because it was always there to reassure him that no matter what happened, if the darkness was greater or smaller, all the evil times were fated to pass and the song now told him that next time might be the last. Cirdan smiled and then heard a noise coming from inside the room connecting to that balcony. He wasn't expecting anyone for an audience, but it didn't mean that people weren't always coming in and out.

His halls were open to all who needed any kind of assistance and his current location was far from private or of restricted attendance. He turned to see who was coming and greeted his new company with a smile and a small nod of respect and acknowledgment. He waved the other to step outside into the light of day, so he could see the other better, though he had no doubt who it was, and because it was a warm and agreeable day to be outdoors. "Be welcome. Your visit is my pleasure." He said as he was joined by his visitor at the edge of the balcony.

((OOC: Anyone who has any reason to be at Mithlond is welcome to join this thread. I think I've left the identity of the visitor quite open. It can be a fellow Elf, a Dúnedain of the North or even a Dwarf as Cirdan is not a prejudiced Elf. Literally anyone can join. Even more than one character if there is demand for that. The first one who joins choses the exact dating of this thread. It should be after the fall of Arnor, but before the War of the Ring.))