With the mustering of the Edhil of Lindon for the War of the Last Alliance, a great and numerous host descended upon the Haven of Mithlond: Falathrim of Harlindon, loyal to Círdan, and Edhil of Forlindon, in the train of Gil-galad. All were a sight wondrous to behold, and the countless banners and pennants of their houses fluttered above their camps, kissed by a fragrant wind borne of Aman.
Among the force gathered from Harlindon, a number of the noble houses and their retinues were determined to march as one body: the pride of the Falathrim. Thus, sparkling and bright with their silver helms, swords and spears, the warriors of these houses joined the great host as it began its long way East towards the distant Hithaeglir.
As they marched through Arthedain, bound for Amon Sûl, those who watched them pass were amazed; for being Lindar, that part of the host was ever resounding with song and music. They sang as they marched through those lands, and their voices rang with hope and light, and shadows fled before them.
An anthem was woven as they set out, a song bound with words of valour, hope and determination. They sang of the Loth-i-Lonnath:
Flower of the Havens,
Blossom white and fair,
Beauty unsurpassed,
To you none can compare!
Feet rooted in the sand,
Head turned to the breeze.
Spray of sea: your water,
Your food: the sun at ease!
O Flower of the Havens
Blossom pure and bright
Splendour of the shorelands
Beacon of the light!
From the Havens of the Falas
On the shores of the shining sea
We march as one together
To the fields of victory!
So come fair folk of Lindon
O come and join our fight
We march into the darkness
Come let us bring there light!
When other kindreds heard their songful approach, they would cry out "Here comes the Flower of the Havens!" The Falathrim welcomed the appellation, and the Loth-i-Lonnath adopted as their emblem the Uilos flower, wreathed with Oiolairë. When the host paused for a time at Imladris, many wrought such symbols to decorate their shields, and articles such as cloak brooches and other jewellery. Thus equipped, they fought shoulder to shoulder in the battles that awaited them in the east. Many never returned to the peaceful havens from whence they came, but they were remembered ever after by the songs they sang during those fateful years. Since then, their numbers have diminished, and that glorious flowering of Edhil is now little more than a memory...
What then has become of those folk that did return to their beloved Lindon? How does the Flower of the Havens appear at the end of the Third Age?
In summary, there are as many different answers as there are Elves dwelling in Falathlorn. Each carries within them their own tales and motivations.
What stories might YOUR elf tell? What part will their thread play in the weaving of Falathlorn's rich social tapestry? 
Loth-i-Lonnath
