Fingon said those words indeed, and they were remembered long after by his people, with both sorrow and hope. For if Fingon himself had had such a moment of illumination, so close to his own death but with the spirit of prophecy come upon him, then surely hope had not departed from the world. He had not died for nothing.

"The night has been long. For me and for you. And surely I of all people am a strange harbinger of the light that shines on your heart again, my brother -- and yet it is so."

And he embraces Maglor with fervor. "Where shall we go now? For it is you who know these coasts, and I who am the stranger here."

The Morning Star glows brilliant white in the rose-tinged sky, and so bright it is that it does not completely fade even when the sun is risen.