How very beautiful the image of Finrod and Amarie in peace upon the waves.  I love the way the stars are at the start and end. 

Such a lovely story! I really enjoyed it, particularly the part where they are in the boat and watching the Maier play with the starlight. Very creative and a very soothing story. Thanks for sharing.

That is a very beautiful scene, in the boat on the water beneath the stars.

And, although the story goes some dark places, you never lose the beauty of language and you return, in the end, to the stars.

This is far more beautiful than I expected anything about Finrod's death to be. 

The desciptions are great. 

My favorite:

A shower of silver fragments passed over them, like stars falling from the heavens. Finrod wasn't sure if it was his fancy or not, but he thought he could hear laughter, as Varda's handmaidens chased them, shooting through the sky for the sheer thrill of it. Somewhere Varda herself was doubtless laughing, having taken handfuls of Telperion's dew from the great vats beneath the trees and flung them over the Pelóri for her own delight and that of the Teleri.

Lovely story.

Gorgeous! You have such a strong sense of rhythm in your images. Your passage about the boat (ok, a lot of this story, but especially that part) reminded me very much of the poem "Flying at Night" by Ted Kooser: 

Above us, stars. Beneath us, constellations.
Five billion miles away, a galaxy dies
like a snowflake falling on water. Below us, 
some farmer, feeling the chill of that distant death, 
snaps on his yard light, drawing his sheds and barn
back into the little system of his care.
All night, the cities, like shimmering novas, 
tug with bright streets at lonely lights like his.

And hey, he was US Poet Laureate, so I think you're doing something right! Bravo!

I'm so excited that you like him as well.  Your writing really reminds me of him!