It came gradually, a gentle light shooing away the shadows beneath the trees. Unnerved, Elves climbed the tallest trees they could find, until their gazes swept over the canopy of Doriath, dark trees stretching as far as even Elven eyes could see. And then they turned their eyes upward.
The stars were fading, the sky brightening to grey and then to blue. And then it appeared – a golden light far brighter than any star, bringing warmth and colorful brilliance with its rays.
"A new age is beginning," said their Maia queen as her daughter danced through bright new meadow flowers.