Cool air and sea spray opened up before her as Elwing stepped up to the windowsill, and the ground rushed up as she fell, but they never met. Dark hair turned to feathers, and arms to wings, and she strove with the breeze up, up into the sky, towards the stars - toward the one star that was descending from the wide reaches of night to the jewel-strewn shores of the Blessed Realm.
Eärendil left a careless trail of stardust across Vingilot's deck as he ran to catch his wife in his arms.
They spoke as one: "I missed you."