Círdan, the Keeper of the Havens.
Very old he was, treading the mortal paths before the very first dawn,
Long time he fought and perils faced, when Middle-earth from the flames of war suffered,
He then had over the Grey Havens custody, and first the coming Wizards he greeted,
Near the sea, his ever-lasting love, forever he shall wait, until the last ship from these shores eventually departs.