Of Tuor and his coming to Vinyamar

Lichen paints the walls and moss dyes the carven channels of water green. The presence chamber is bare, but not empty; his arms and shield hang above the dais and the air trembles with fate's nearness. In the great chair, shadowed by swan's wing, Tuor dreams of water falling into a fountain in a white court. A woman dances beside it, golden hair swinging, her bare feet alighting only briefly on the stone.

When he wakes, he remembers little of his dreams, but the whisper of feathers tells him he will bring more than a message to the Hidden City.

[For Imhiriel, who wanted Tuor and Idril, "preferably happy." She also corrected a canon error in the first version of this, for which many thanks!]