Characters/Pairing: Elwing, Olwë
Disclaimer: Tolkien's the genius, not me.
Elwing had learned the language of the Blessed Realm from Galadriel and Idril, but when the fishermen of Alqualondë greeted her, it felt suddenly clumsy on her tongue, and she feared that speech between them would be impossible. But when she spoke the name Elwë Singollo, their faces lit with wonder, and she found herself being ushered through the gem-strewn streets of Alqualondë to the airy, sprawling palace of Olwë – so different from Menegroth’s vaulted caves.
He embraced her with tears in his eyes, unheeding of the sand and salt clinging to her damp skirts. “Child, how came you here?”