Disclaimer: Tolkien wrote the epic – Kortirion only scribbles in the margins.
The sea’s surface was no comfort to us, Ulmo saw to that; we would not be gainsaid our passage… but he did not smooth our way. For the first time, I knew water without boundary of land - so vast, unsettling in its constant motion... but in our wroth we feared it not.
In Arda, water became controllable again. Falls, mighty rivers needed care... but we were Firstborn, we could bend them to our will. Then... for years I knew only the comfort of rain... until in delirium, I tasted salt... imagined I was adrift... before finding myself cradled beneath your tears.