Erestor set his left hand firmly around Idril's waist, and with his other grabbed the long mast, still largely intact, and held with all his might. A tower of water loomed above them, then crushed down with terrible force, sweeping aside the remaining ship, and darting wreckage into the four remaining sailors beside Erestor and Idril. Black water engulfed them, and they nearly fainted. Idril screamed in agony as her ribs cut into her chest. Erestor nearly lost his grip, but let out a roar from beneath the waves and held with all his might. Then suddenly, the storm stopped. They both breathed a sigh of relief, and then Erestor passed out of all thought save clinging.
Duilin put his back to the havens and walked till dark. He had come to a forest and the air was thick. He sat down and unrolled his sleeping mat. Then passed into a deep sleep. He began to dream of gulls, and of a large cliff they perched upon. He wished to clib it then, but found he would rather lay on the smooth white sand. He reached up an hand to sheild his eyes from the sun, and found that he was wet. Then the waves carried him down under the surf, a strange peacefull green which did not drown him. Then he saw above a great storm, and a ship foundering beneath massive waves. Then he awoke.
An orc was aiming an arrow at him. As soon as he awoke it loosed the bolt, which sped towards his face. At that moment a figure lept from the trees and caught the arrow with a swift motion. The figure seemed to slide towards the orcs, and when the orc drew a sword and stabbed at it, the figure drew to the side with a fluid grace and speed, in the same motion it lifted a hand and tore the orc's throat out.
"There is not much time, Duilin, but know that you must turn youself from this path, and go unto the sea. It shall claim you, and that must be so."
"Who are you?"
"I am one who moves unseen, and I move the pawns of the world, such as yourself, with my own strange sublty to some unknown future. I know only that you must end your life in the sea, and that this will change the world to my unknown will."
Then Duilin knew that the shadwed figure spoke true, and with another fluid motion it passed into the trees and vanished. He turned back to the havens and passed as fast as stealth would allow to the docks. There he paused for a moment, knowing what he must do. He gathered a pair of swords such as he had carried out of Gondolin, and a small store of food, then chose a small sloop.
The waters seemed to carry him forward at a teriffic pace, and the havens were soon lost far in the distance. After but a few hours he came to the wreckage of a ship. He then sighted with his keen elven eyes several corpses, then saw one still clinging to the mast. He found it to be Erestor, still holding Idril and the mast, indeed both were still alive. He hauled them into the sloop and treated their wounds as best he could, yet he had little skill in the art of healing. Then the water turned black once more, and a wave rose to the size of a tower. Yet before it fell upon them Duilin stood. He perceived Ossë in the form of a man, great and terrible.
"Ossë, I would slay you atop an enchanted isle, or else die myself. If such be your wish, craven, then fight as one with honour would, not by slaying these twain who are wounded past the point of conciousness, and who have done no wrong. I took part in the kinslaying, not they, therefore fight me with honour, and let me slay the or have a death worth a tale, though there be none to tell it."