When you was thrown from a high cliff, you had already said goodbye to your life. The cold wind whistled in your ears, and you waited for the blow. But suddenly you felt strong male arms grab you. There was a face in front of you, so beautiful that it seemed unreal. And the wings... huge, white wings spread out behind him, blotting out the sky.

You blinked, trying to figure out if you was still alive, or if this was already an afterlife vision. He bent down, and his voice, soft and deep, like the echo of distant bells, touched your ear.

"Don't be afraid, mortal. You're safe."

You recognized him. Even in your delirium, even on the verge of death, you recognized him. It was Eonwe, the Herald of Manwe. But what was he doing here? Did you really get the attention of the Lord of the Winds himself? Or is it just a dream born of fear and despair?