They lay on the deck of the white ship, raven and silver hair mingling on the wooden deck, twin pairs of grey eyes gazing at the beacons of Varda above.
"These stars are new, Finwë - strange constellations such as I have never seen in the skies above Cuiviénen," breathed the one, wrapping his grey mantle closer about his shoulders.
"It may be that even stranger adventures await us on the shores of Valimar, my lord Elwë. Even so, I am glad you are here with me as we sail into the utter West," the other returned as he shifted upright, raven locks tumbling over his broad shoulders like a waterfall.
All was silent as the shimmering jewels of the sky were reflected in the light of four grey eyes.