Mithadan looked at Pio solemnly for a moment then looked down. "So be it!" he responded with a ghost of a smile. "You have leave to torment me as you will in payment for what I have done...so long as the torment relates to getting to the task at hand." Another silence followed. Mithadan, for some reason could not meet the Elf's eyes and stared fixedly down at the deck.
At last, he looked up. "Well then," he said. "Shall we get to work?"
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Beleriand, Beleriand,
the borders of the Elven-land.
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