Child had gone below to help supervise the preparation of supper. Pio walked the ship once more to see that all was in place for their journey this evening. She lingered on the helmdeck, looking through the calculations Veritas and Khelek had done for their next shift.
She chewed on her lower lip in mild frustration over the missing piece of information that would allow them to pinpoint the exact date to which they would shift. 'Hmm! I suppose we shall just have to make our best guess and then go from there once we arrive in the waters of Númenor.' she muttered to herself.
'Oh, I think we can do better than that!' came the pleased voice from behind her. Mithadan, grinning widely, held an open book in one hand and thumped authoritatively on one of its pages with the other.
'It's Loëndë!That's the day that Ar-Pharazôn launched his ships for the West!' He handed her the book and she read the passage for herself.
She took up a pencil from table on which the sheets of calculations were lying and quickly wrote the date in the blank. 'Let's set the crystal for 1 Cermië, then, the day after the fleet has launched.' she said. 'Once there, I will call for Ancalimon, and contact Idril concerning the swan-ships. The Teleri can start for the Isle early the following day. And we can send out Levanto to the caves. How does that sound to you?'
They discussed the matter for a few minutes, and came to a mutually satisfactory agreement. By then, the savoury smell of supper had drifted up to them, and they hurried down to eat.
Mmmm! Smells good, doesn't it Mithadan?
She heard the sigh run through his mind.
It's fish. I just know it's fish . . .again . . .
[ September 11, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ]
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