Their last gaze
Miracles, or perhaps not, who in the new modern world could foretell?
Many tongues of misadventures speak, of men who are thus not fine nor well,
The tale spread among mariners, long and wide it is told,
Arcane riddles, absurd they must be, and not common, yet belonging to the realm mysterious and old.
Wiseman narrates that flat the fashion of earth used to be,
So far the memory of the story, and equally obscure to see,
Voices spread in the silence of the broad world, and feeble murmurs that lost sailors through hazardous waters they have voyaged, and unknown, unto white shores of nature which none might fathom, and they were narrow lands encircled by the highest chain of peaks and stone, alien to mortal intelligence and certainly subjected to another rule,
Well, those souls look at that spectacle, terrible and noble, while their last gaze was upon a mighty mountain which over all else towered, eternal, still and never-changeable as time, until oblivion took them and these characters of valour we today mourn.
The Great Cataclysm following the treason of Númenor was the most abrupt event which had thitherto befallen in the halls of Arda. The foundations of the world were shattered utterly and the Undying Lands ultimately removed from Arda itself, taken out from the circles and winds of the new round globe. Men, therefore, could then sail freely to the western seas, discovering new territories, yet mortal as the other ones, while returning to the beginning of their journey, at a certain point.
Some far murmurs began to circulate, though. Tales of desperate mariners who had lost themselves in perilous seas, just to be eventually brought to uncanny shores by the force of some unidentifiable grace. On these long shores, part of a continent which no mortal being had trodden before, they last gazed at the supreme peak watching over the ancient shires of Aman, legendary and forbidden, only to find sudden death and inexorable demise.