Thinking about the first ever sunrise, years after the destruction of the Two Trees
The last vestiges of Laurelin spreading out over the world, nurtured by Yavanna and carried by Arien. The strange light permeating homes and crevices and forests. New colors tangled in the sky that had been dark for so long.
The awe and wonder and uncertainty and fear! For both the elves of Valinor and those of Beleriand and Middle Earth, their reality is reshaped in hours. Some fled or hid. Some stood transfixed for hours. Some believed it to be the end of the world.
The full extent of the damage of the Darkening and the First Kinslaying visible in a way it had never been before. Elves have acute vision of course and many have adjusted to the dark but things look different in the light. They grieve all over again. Bloodstains on the walls around the harbor that are now jarringly clear. Patches of poisoned earth you can no longer dismiss as a trick of the eye.
