A/N: This is, again, unbeta-ed, and I'm not a native speaker of English. Please don't hesitate to point out the mistakes and awkward usages - I'd really appreciate it.

This part is from Nerdanel's POV.

The vast black sea roars before us. Foam spills from where the waves crash with the jutting rocks. And I can't help inhaling sharply:

"Only another wonder you have led me to, Feanaro! Look at the precipice – are you not thinking of the half-finished statue in Aule's forge?"

"I disagree. The crude rock is not even worth comparison to Aule's delicate works, though given a chisel I may be able make a statue of Aule out of it." He observes earnestly.

"You completely missed the point!" I beam at being able to outmatch him again in perception, "It's the green spot at the upper-left corner! See? A symbol of growth, like the green gem we're going to put on the statue's diadem!"

He scowls, and I start to laugh, the sounds carried afar in the bitter gales.

"I was kidding! All the time you spend in court doing princely affairs is certainly harming your creativity." I thread my fingers nimbly into his severely braided hair and undo it. The silky, raven mane flares in the wind and I shove it away impatiently to reveal the most kissable spot.

His eyes widen as my tongue works its way in to his mouth. Of course, we have done that before – but each time I was able to surprise him with the intensity. And then it has never been under such conditions – the sea, the salt smell in the air, the inexplicable rocks and distant, sharp cries of seagulls. I can lose myself in it – actually, I am losing myself as he grabs my waist and holds me ever more tightly against him. The corner of my cape flutters querulously between us, and our hands meet as we rid each other of that minor disturbance and all its likeness.