[Mithadan]

Mithadan stood near the helm, watching as Veritas activated the crystal. After the now familiar shimmering came and passed, he moved to the rail to scan the horizon. Far to the north, he could just make out a sail. He quickly moved to stand next to Piosenniel and nudged her, pointing to the north. She shaded her eyes with her hand and peered intently at the distant vessel.

"A fishing boat," she said. "I can see the nets and the crew working. Nonetheless, we should not come closer to shore until they depart."

Mithadan agreed. From the moment they had arrived in the Second Age, a feeling of unease had come over him. An almost physical sensation that danger and implacable evil was nearby. He shuddered.

Pio looked over at him and said, "I feel it also. It is the Dark One. His power waxes now, with the departure of the Numenorean fleet and a shadow falls upon Elenna. Guard your thoughts Mithadan! Remember that there is at least one here who may hear."