There was a sharp brightness of feeling, a sensation that Elwing could not name as it spread through her veins and down her fingers. The damp air rushed harshly past her face as the sleeves of her white gown cascaded behind her. She opened her mouth to cry out as the white crashing surf and sharp rocks below came quickly towards her. However, it was not a cry of fear but of strange, burning pain. She felt her being burst. Her skin tightened and morphed as her limbs suddenly sprouted and shrunk at the same time.
She opened her eyes, watching the rolling waves below her as she was lifted high into the sky. Elwing wondered if this was how her spirit would return to the Halls of Mandos. However, she could still feel a heart beating in her breast, the blood pumping rapidly through her extremities. She yet lived. Her breath came fast and as she opened her mouth to finish her cry, a strange noise erupted from the very pit of her stomach.
It was the cry of a sea bird and it was very close.
Elwing blinked away the salty mist gathering in her sight, trying to see where the bird was in her vicinity. However, all she could see to her left and right was the rush of white, feathered wings. She was floating on the wind, above the silvery chaos of the open ocean. There was a burning at her breast where the silmaril lay. Despite the strangeness of her being and abruptness of her rescue, she felt as through her heart were rending itself.
Husband.
She needed to find him. She needed him more than ever. Elwing tried not to think of the slight forms of their sons, still in such need of protection and without their mother or father. The excruciating pain of the memory tore through her being. Elwing let out another cry that echoed across the milk blue sky as a tall masted ship came on the horizon.