Fingon, by himself, musing on the night sky, glass in hand.
1. Chapter 1 by Himring
The stars are bright tonight.
On such a night as this,
our forebears woke beside the lake of Cuivienen,
looked up into the sky--and fell in love.
On such a night as this,
we stood atop a tower--our senses reeling--
and traced the lines of Wilwarin above,
his hand in mine...
Nothing endures; the bosom of the Earth crumbles away.
Even the stars--like scattered blossoms blown
across the sunless spaces, innumerable--
shall one by one snuff out.
No matter:
Stars,
here's looking at you.
Apart from the allusions to Tolkien's works, there's a bit of Shakespeare in there and also shades of "Casablanca", I guess.
The scene on the top of the tower is meant to be the one at the end of my story "Looking at the Stars and Counting the Hours" (which you can find on SWG or AO3), but feel free to imagine something else, if you wish.