A/N:  Inspired by:  But they took Vingilot, and hallowed it, and bore it away through Valinor to the uttermost rim of the world; and there it passed through the Door of Night and was lifted up even into the oceans of heaven. (Chapter 24, Of the Voyage of Eärendil and the War of Wrath)

On the Oceans of Heaven

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Elbereth had promised that he would be protected from the cold, airless space beyond the highest clouds. Eärendil was much relieved to find that her promise was true as the Vingilot rose to sail the oceans of heaven.

Raising his eyes, he gasped, eyes widening with awe. 

No mere velvet blackness scattered with pinpricks of light, it was a magnificent reality of stars innumerable sown so thickly it seemed as if the diamond dust of Tiron's streets had been spread across the spaces between the brighter orbs.

"Wonderful, isn't it?" Tilion shouted, guiding the island of the moon past him.