Khelek sat on the deck, his chores done for the evening, looking over the glossy waves that were sparkling in the last few rays of the sun. He was contemplating about Kali again in his mind, and was careful to avoid Mithadan, suspecting the man was not one to reckon with in extreme pressure. He sang a tune softly to himself while looking over a scroll he had brough with him from Imladris when Elrond had left.
"Where did you learn that, Elf?" a voice asked. Khelek looked to the side, realizing he had been sitting not more than twenty feet away from the dragon.
"It came to me," he replied. "While I was in Minas Tirith." Anagara gave the Elf a critical eye. Khelek fell silent and continued reading the scroll.
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"What shall we do, what shall we do!" he cried. "Escaping goblins to be caught be wolves!"
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