I own nothing.
'New flowers!'
'Ces says Nor has new eggs!'
'Look Elwing, look!'
There is only one good thing Elwing got out of her involuntary change in form: understanding the speech of birds. Even as an Elf again, she hears their voices and knows the words. The other Elves think her mad, but they already had.
Birds do not judge her for her past deeds. Birds are simple. They can be unkind, hold grudges, but they do not judge her.
She speaks in a different voice, and finds greater joy conversing with seagulls than she thinks she ever will with Elves again.