<<backtracking a lil bit, dont mind me>>
Celeae hung over the railing watching the waves under the ship. they looked red in the sunrise. Rosseil groaned
"Celeae, dont do that, you're making me sick."
Celeaewen grinned. "its fuuun". she had finally given up staring at the dragon scale, in favour of wave-watching, and it was now pierced and hung on her neck on a fine gold chain.
Rosseil was watching the sunrise absentmindedly." Celeae, where's this ship going again?"
"er, i think its the Undying Lands. i have no idea why, so dont ask me. mebbe its cuz we fought agaisnt Morgoth and the REG?"
Celeaewen did not notice that Rosseil had gone completly white until she rised her head from the railing
"Rosseil hwat is it?"
rosseil regained some of her composure.
"where is this ship going?"
"the West?"
"what direction does the sun rise in?"
"East..." realization struck through like a thunderbolt.
"you mean..?
"i do"
Celeaewen went as pale as Rosseil had been a moment ago.
Rosseil continued speaking " that obviosly isnt Cirdan"
"of course not, elves dont have beards!"
Rosseil glared at her for the innteruption.
"Cirdan does. i lived at the Havens for a while, with my mother. that is what Cirdan looks like. but that isnt Cirdan. he would not be taing us East. something fishy is goin on here."
"aside from the air."
Rosseil looked at her. "your sense of humor gives me the urge to dive off the crow's nest. And you know thta Legolas would not normally shoot a crow. especiallly not a talking one. i belive he knew about Birdland's crow shape."
"so what are we going to do about it?"
" I'll get someone to distract CIrdan and Legolas, then me and you will poke around. i will kill you if you tell me you forgot your lockpicks"
celeaewen produced a small package from her dress.
"bring me to your locks"
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