Mithadan's gaze had returned to the sea.
Idril stood by and watched his thoughts play over his face, shadows of clouds moving across a still pond.
'How wondrous, this Race of Men!' she thought to herself. 'To have so short a span upon this earth, and still they do great deeds. The Light shines strongly in them, and in some it blazes up like a great star when need calls.'
Her eyes softened. May your suffering be short and your thoughts fruitful. Be at peace.
She turned away to go back to the bow of the ship, and saw Primrose coming toward her.
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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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