She'd done all she could, waited as long as she could. Too many years had passed though and each day her heart ached a little more until she felt as if her heart were entirely missing. Elves were slow to change and so too had Valinor been. Her daughter would handle things well in her absence. They didn't need her, not as she was now. She was barely the same woman she'd been before Arafinwë had left.

The change was drastic when she left, the world was so different from the world she'd known. The Valar gave her their blessings, they understood that nothing was left for her there, and gave her what she might need to adjust. And yet she had difficulty adjusting, a clear lack of confidence as she traveled and it was hard for her not to stand out, the youth of the Eldar and long silver hair that hung below her waist. Language was another difficulty. Eärwen had always been clever, she picked things up quickly, but learning an entirely new language took time and she had all the world to search as she followed their bond.

She picked up everything she could as she went, picking up key phrases to get by as she slowly learned the languages she needed. No matter how long it took, she wouldn't stop. She was determined, her husband was somewhere in this world, in a country she'd heard called 'France.'