Compass of Her Heart

She heard boots climbing the stairs. She looked down at the radiant beauty in her hands.  She gazed transfixed.  This jewel came to her and she would not allow the sons of Fëanor to defile it with their hands, stained with the blood of her people. The door creaked open. Fresh sea air blew through her hair and she turned.  Jewel in hand; decision made she leapt. Ulmo received her. Down she floated. He took pity and she felt light as a feather. Body and spirit took flight, soaring, seeking. The compass of her heart guiding to her love, Eärendil.