A/N:Bright Eärendil was then lord of the people that dwelt nigh to Sirion's mouths; and he took to wife Elwing the fair... (Chapter 24, Of the Voyage of Eärendil and the War of Wrath).  The muse says that Eärendil and Elwing are 13 or 14 years old in this drabble.

First Meeting

(exactly 100 words)

Elwing noticed the boat before she noticed the flaxen-haired youth who guided it expertly through the combers and ran it up onto the shore.  But then the wind caught at the cap he wore, whipping it from his head to land right at her feet.  She stooped to grab it as another gust threatened to carry it away.

When she straightened up, her white gown and dark hair billowing, he was there before her, blue-grey eyes sparkling. 

"Thank you, Lady--?" He bowed with a smile.

"Elwing." She handed him his cap and shyly smiled back at him.  

"I'm Eärendil."