As the ships burned bright against the night, a lone figure on the white sands turned aside to the uttermost West.

'Ai, Valimar, ai, Valimar', she mourned softly, arms stretched outwards.

Fëanor ignored her. He stood watching the blaze, dark eyes filled with nothing but madness and flame.

* * * Grey mist rose as grey dawn crept into the creek. The weary voyagers crawled ashore, ankle-deep in boggy sand. Abruptly, one woman turned back.

'Oh, Númenor', she moaned forlornly. Then she began to shriek. 'Númenor!', she screamed, tearing her damp hair. 'My Númenor!'.

Elendil sank face first upon the beach and wept.