Khelek sighed, deciding if Mithadan wasn't going to cook dinner soon, then he might as well take some tea. He was rearranging some notes on Numenor when Veritas and Tulė entered, both of them smiling. Khelek frowned as he studied them. They were obviously up to some mischief.
"I have compiled all the information about Numenor that could be found. Most of it is already well-known to us," Khelek told them.
"Then find the unknown ones and tell them to us!" Tulė answered, filling a kettle with water to boil as Veritas told Khelek of their escapade.
Khelek raised an eyebrow. "I don't believe Mithadan was quite thrilled about your choice."
"Well, no. To tell you the truth, I didn't really mind his fish stew that much," Tulė replied, smiling broadly.
"I just hope you're no worse than a cook he is," Khelek said, gathering his work. "And I like my tea light, so don't add more than a pinch of leaf." He chuckled to himself at Tulė's expression as he left the galley into the evening air.
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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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