Shire Lad and Sea Lord | Starter for FrodooftheRing
Occasionally, the mood struck Ossë to journey to new places. It was rare, as his Seas were vast and the shores were beautiful and his Teleri were entertaining, but sometimes he just... wondered. What's past the trees? What's through the mountains? And he would find a river and follow it.
He had heard often of the 'halflings', the 'Shire', the 'small folk'. They sounded like dwarves who were less cranky as far as he could tell, but curiosity got the best of him and he took the shape of the waves and left.
The only sign of his presence was the smell of the sea, of salt and fish, as he moved through the streams of the rolling green hills. From what he could see, most of these little folk didn't swim much, but perhaps he'd catch one skipping rocks or fishing if he was lucky.