As evening dipped over Numenor's coastline, everyone sat honing and polishing their weapons. The skiff, which to the hobbits and hobbrim looked gigantic, had laid down anchor in shallow water. The landing party presumably intended to disembark the next morning to search the caves and cliffs for any sign of dragons.
Cami sat carefully selecting and balancing her arrows, covering the head with the black pitch which the hobbrim had gathered. Andril came over to sit by her. Even she was arming herself, carrying a fine bow and quiver. "You know," observed the wise woman, "you would always be welcome to stay with us, both you and Azra."
"But how could I do that?" Cami laughed, wondering why Andril would raise such a point "I do not have your way with water."
"Perhaps, perhaps not. Just think on it when the time comes. The stories all say you were in love with lore, and the sea-hobbits are the keepers of that lore. You might find much dear to you in the life that we lead."
Cami did not reply with words, but her eyes met those of the wise woman. Neither of them spoke, but both knew what the other was really saying.
"I promise to think on it," she stated. For truly, she had never even considered this as a possibility.
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