"Ship of the Morning arose above Taniquetil and the bosom
of the air received it.
Ever as it rose it burned the brighter and the purer till all Valinor was filled with radiance, and the vales of Erumani and the Shadowy Seas were bathed in light, and sunshine was spilled on the dark plain of Arvalin, save only where Ungweliante's clinging webs and darkest fumes still lay too thick for any radiance to filter through.
Then all looking up saw that heaven was blue, and very bright and beautiful, but the stars fled as that great dawn came upon the world; and a gentle wind blew from the cold lands to meet the vessel and filled its gleaming sails, and white vapours mounted from off the misty seas below toward her, that her prow seemed to cleave a white and airy foam.
Yet did she waver not, for the Manir that faredabout her drew her by golden cords, and higher and higher the Sun's great galleon arose, until even to the sight of Manwe it was but a disc of fire wreathed in veils of splendour that slowly and majestically wandered from the West."

The Tale Of The Sun And Moon. Book Of The Lost Tales. J.R.R. Tolkien.