[Mithadan]

A 40 foot long tri-hulled catamaran swayed in the ocean swells by the docks of the Falas. Many Downers bustled about the vessel preparing it for departure. A crew of 12 had been assembled, 4 elves, 3 dwarves, 3 men and 2 hobbits had volunteered for the journey. Mithadan stood by the gangway with a pack on his shoulder, a sword hanging at his side and a cloth bundle in his hands. Beside him stood the Barrow-Wight.

"Mith, are you sure you can do this?" the Wight asked. "What if the wind dies down? What will you do for food? How will you find them?"

Mithadan smiled grimly. "We have lembas and plenty of water. I do not think the wind will die down. Something big is happening. We will have to rely upon Manwe and the Valar for help with the winds and I think they will not fail us. As for finding them..." Mithadan pointed to the gps system. "We will track them through my cell phone. I can recharge it with the REG. They have come about and are travelling east. They will pass within ten miles of here if they hold their course." He smiled again. "Don't worry. Seamanship runs in my family." He drew his sword and showed BW the runes on the blade. "This has also been in my family for some time." The Wight raised what was left of his eyebrows in surprise. The runes spelled the name AElfwine. "Sometimes the best stories are true..." said Mithadan.