Supper was hurried through, the table cleared, the dishes done.
A certain aura of confidence infused the excitement the crew felt about this part of their journey. They felt well prepared and sure of the outcome.
It was not a sentiment shared by the elf. There were a myriad of places the plan could go sour, falter, perhaps even become dangerous, or worse yet, fatal. She felt a vague uneasiness that something important may have been overlooked, but could not bring it into focus.
The uneasiness receded somewhat, but did not disappear, as she checked the ship once more, and then had Levanto brought on board.
She went quickly to her room, and buckled on the sword she had gotten from the ship's armory. A full complement of knives of various sizes were secured in her boot tops and her belt.
The companions had all gathered on the deck, by the time she reappeared. She strode to the helm deck and nodded at Veritas to engage the crystal.
By the One! Let this all work out! she thought to herself.
The air shimmered and winked out taking the ship with it. And then, there they were, in the calm waters of the Sundering Sea, one hundred miles directly south of Númenor.
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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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