Once he saw Bird would be alright in the capable hands of Child and Rose, Tulë went below to change clothes, wet from the encounter with the dolphin. 'A loose shirt, short breeches, bare feet. Enough for now.' he thought to himself, running his fingers through his unruly hair.
He looked for his map of Númenor and found it folded in his leather bound journal, marking the last entry.
Back on deck, he chose a quiet, sunny place, near the rear of the Star, to sit and study the map for the next move.
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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