"But above the clouds, even the darkest night," Elrond says before making a quick gesture with his right hand in the air.

Small lights, like stars, blink to life above the tips of his fingers and slowly disappear.

"Is filled with stars."

He smiles. Almost apologetically.

"When children stayed in my home, I would sometimes do so if the night seemed long and this new place they found themselves in was unknown and alarming. It would become something we would say to each other. And in the end, it likely brought me the most comfort."