What a wonderful capture of what is one of the most romantic moments in the Silmarillion. I loved Elwing plunging into the water, and her sudden fear as she jumped.

for a moment I was not leaping into calm sun-spangled waters from a ship’s bow, but from the cliffs of Sirion into churning, angry waters below.

Of course that memory would come up! 

I also loved Elwing and Earendil's argument on the shore. 

“I would have been sundered from you forever,” I said. It was the same argument we had had time and time again, but I was more certain than ever that I was right.

Reading this it really struck me that yes, they probably would have been sundered forever if Elwing hadn't insisted on coming with. Good thing she did!

I also enjoyed her introduction to Alqualonde and her reflections on the city and her long-sundered kin. The fact that she has to keep on reminding herself that she need not fear is such a bittersweet detail -- safety must feel as foreign as jewel-strewn sands!

It was lovely to plunge back into the archives and find such a lovely story on my first click!