Aman was a green place, no sign of death or destruction in sight, only life. The sky was gold, Aphrodite's hair reflecting that. The five travellers were met by Eonwë, who simply bowed to them and whispered something to Oromë, who nodded in response.
He then greeted them. "Welcome lords Ingwë, Finwë and Elwë, for you have been expected, although I do not recall ever having learnt of you, lady Aphrodite. You are welcome here anyway." He nodded in respect to her, leading the group inland on horses that were provided for them. Aphrodite rode ahead, having seen many maps and pictures of Aman, the way to the two trees a clear path in her head. North west towards the large imposing trees.
It was when Telperion waned that they finally reached the trees, where Manwë and Varda stood under the trees, clearly awaiting their arrival.
"Aphrodite, last descendant of the Dunedain, welcome to Aman. Eru informed me of your coming and I sought to welcome you. I also hear that you have something for me?" Manwë spoke to her, his voice as sweet as the air itself.
Reaching into the base of her quiver, she unlocked the base and opened the pocket, revealing the Silmaril within. "Manwë Sulimo, I present you with the Silmaril that was cast into fire by Maedhros Fëanorion, almost returned to Fëanor, but for some reason decided to do...this." She gestured to her hair, which matched the sky's light. "I am going to give it to you now, in the hope that it shall be safe here, in Aman."
She held out the jewel, allowing Manwë to take the light and stow it in a pocket on his majestic blue robes, "Thank you. For if you had not done this deed, the Silmaril would have been lost forever. You are purer of heart than most of your race, enough so that you are able to dwell in Aman. Do you accept the offer of a home here that I lay before you?"
That was...shocking. She, a mere mortal had been offered the chance to dwell in the undying lands? "There must be a catch. No offer as great as that comes without a catch."
Varda, who had been speaking to the three elves while they were having their conversation, suddenly spoke up. "I assure you, there is no catch. You have nowhere to go and your heart is pure enough to dwell here. You are not entirely mortal however, and this factors to your staying here."
Aphrodite slowly nodded. "Um...alright. I will stay. But on one condition. I do not have to live with the elves."
"That is an acceptable condition. But where would you live?" Manwë asked her, Varda having gone back to speaking to the elves.
She thought about all of the stories she had heard of the Valar, the traits they all held and the power they all possessed. "I do not wish to simply live in one place. But I would like to learn. I do not mind where I live, as long as I am not interacting with a large amount of people at a time."
He bowed his head. "You are welcome to any of the dwellings of Aman, for it is now your home, Lady Aphrodite."
She bowed to him and he directed her to the conversation between his wife and the three kings, who were rapidly bombarding her with questions about Aman in Quendi.
Varda introduced Aphrodite, who bowed to the kings, before they looked at each other and bowed back. "Ingwë, Finwë, Elwë. I am delighted to make your acquaintance."
Varda translated for her and they said something back, which she translated as; "We are also happy to meet you." The four non-ainur smiled at each other, before Eonwë stated that they were to return to Cuiviénen to bring back the rest of the elves.
And that was the last that Aphrodite would see Elwë for, for many ages.