Fëanor steps out onto the deck of the ship as it flies across the sky, staring in wonder at the world below. Eärendil, who is stood at the helm, steering, lets out a quiet laugh at his expression.

Eärendil: "Thank you for coming with me, my dear flame. It truly is a beautiful view, isn't it..."

Fëanor: "Yes, but not as beautiful as you, my darling star. And I would not let you sail alone, not ever again. Not even the Valar could have stopped me."

Eärendil's face falls slightly, as he glances around, as if making sure that no one could hear them.

Eärendil: "You musn't say things like that, my flame. The Valar are already displeased with you enough, you shouldn't displease them more... Náro, if I lost you, then... I think I would fade..."

Fëanor: "Fear not, my star. If the Valar were to take offence to my insults every time, I would still be doomed to the void. And I will never leave you, not again... Besides, what's the worst that could happen?"