Frodo--x--Sam

“A white wing! There are sails on the horizon! A ship comes from the East!” A messenger ran down the stair of polished stone that winds from the Tower of the Seeing Stone to the elf city of Avallonë on Tol Eressëa. Joyfully he called aloud his news for all to hear, and the inhabitants of the city stayed their music for a spell and hearkened to him gladly, for ships came seldom now to the Undying Lands, and many of the Eldar still yearned for tidings from sundered Arda. For through long parting from the lands where once they had walked for many ages of the world, the elves held ever in their hearts a love of Middle Earth