Disclaimer: Tolkien's the genius, not me.
Vingilot’s sails swelled with the winds of heaven, leaving stardust rippling in her wake. Eärendil gazed over the railing at the world below. The lands he had known were broken and sunk beneath the sea, but new kingdoms were springing up like new saplings in ancient forests as he watched.
Could he be blamed if he watched Númenor and Lindon with the most interest? Elros bore one crown; Elrond served another, each doing more to shape the future of Middle-earth than perhaps they realized.
He wondered what they thought, when they looked up on clear evenings to see his star.