It does not. [His arms remain around her, tight and secure, afraid against all reason that she will be gone if he lets go of her, if he does as much as loosen his embrace of her.] And yet here I am, and here you are, and we are united again long before I would have thought to see such wonder again. For a wonder you are to my eyes, always, and shall ever be. [They fought viciously and harshly, and yet he has never ceased loving her; to separate for different wishes and goals does not mean the end of a love or marriage for their people, and that is, in the end, what he considered their separation and his departure to Middle-earth. A few centuries, perhaps, is what he thought; an age at most, and then they would be united again. Once the war upon Morgoth would be won and their realms established, she would follow. Or if not, he would return for her and speak to her until she would come with him, come to be reunited with her children, too. That they would be separated until the end of the world, or close to it, was never something that he thought might happen, and certainly nothing that he wished for or planned on.

And to see that their separation did not last that long...] A wonder beyond measure, and more so still for a reunion that I had not considered possible ere the world should end; a wonder that could not be more joyous, and full of gladness. [He turns his head to place a soft kiss on her ear, chaste and daring at once.] And breathtaking, for the most gorgeous of wonders you are, most stunning among them all. [Another kiss to her ear, and he wants to continue in the same vein, but then his mood shifts abruptly.] Our sons; are they with you?