The End of All Things
She alone of all the elves looked back before taking the last step from the woods - the safe, familiar woods; her woods.
When she turned once more, there was before her a shifting sea of grasses, bowing down before the wind, and the brilliant blue of an endless sky curving down to meet it.
Far, far away was an eternal blue ocean, crashing and breaking against the rocks, calling to her with a fierce, turbulent sea-song, where white gulls fly between endless sky and sea.
It was wild and beautiful and strange, and it hurt her heart to see.