Cool night wind hugging her. The taste of sweet air. Hair flying behind her. The sound of her own feet hitting ground. And then silence. She had jumped.
It felt like she was falling right into the sky. Starlight was glittering at the edge of the sky where the darkness still seemed to be absolute and in the quiet sea underneath her while at the other side the morning was already defeating the night and the sun was sending the first rays over the water, painting it red and gold and rosy.
The water came closer. She could see the waves dancing and crashing against the cliffs and their whispering became one with the noise of the wind that was filling her ears as she fell.
She looked up into the sky above. It was clear as if someone had polished it. Stars were still twinkling up there, their light pure and kind of perfect, and yet there were still many that could match with the sun. But she did only see one single star.
It was bright, brighter than all the others, and it was moving in a different way, but she would have recognized it without that, just by the way it was twinkling and seeming to blink at her. She smiled and she could have sworn that the star smiled, too.
The sea was now close enough for her to see a small silvery fish jumping out of it full of joy because of the perfect morning, again and again, just like it was trying to catch the stars. Or trying to fly.
Just as the first drop of water hit her skin, she changed and spread her wings. Her feet touched the water and caused two straight lines on it for a moment. Then she rose, a beautiful white bird, and she flew up into the sky, straight at the star that was hers, while around her the world slowly drew light.
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I hope it became clear that I am talking about Elwing waiting for Earendil in Aman.