[ The reverence in Spock's voice makes him inhale sharply, the air stinging against his throat, and he closes his eyes. When he speaks again, it is with a wonder in his own. ]

Aiya Eärendil Elenion Ancalima! [ Quenya trips off his tongue more clumsily than does Sindarin, but he's still practiced enough with it. ] Hail Earendil, the brightest of stars, he who rides a ship across the skies and carries tinuviel, morningstar, upon his brow.

[ There is a pause, then, his voice grows ever quieter. ]

Once I had thought there is no beauty here, in a ship built of steel. [ Beat. ] Where can I see these stars?