'And it is sung that she fell from the air upon the timbers of Vingilot, in a swoon, nigh unto death for the urgency of her speed, and Eärendil took her to his bosom; but in the morning with marvelling eyes he beheld his wife in her own form beside him with her hair upon his face, and she slept.'
JRR Tolkien: The Silmarillion: Chapter 24: Of the Voyage of Eärendil and the War of Wrath
Painted in watercolour.
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Well that must've been awkward. Just catch a wayward seabird and in the morning you find out that that beautiful seabird is actually your beautiful wife. "Hi, honey."
In all seriousness though, it may be short, but the love story of Eärendil and Elwing is one of my favorites in Tolkien's mythos, and you utterly brought it to life here!