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***Mithadan*** · 11-06-2002, 04:29 PM

Tol Meneltarma had the air of a land reborn. Mithadan was amazed at the extent of the vegetation which had grown since the Isle of Elenna had been overwhelmed by the seas. It seemed a place which bore the blessings of the Valar as if in apology for the destruction that had been wrought as a result of the Numenorean rebellion.

He breathed deep the flower scented air. He laid on the ground besides Piosenniel in the small grove of beech trees watching the Hobbits and Hobbrim explore and frolic. A Hobbit lass ran up abruptly and presented a bouquet of blossoms to Pio.

"This is for you for helping us," she said breathlessly. Pio laughed and tasted the scent of the flowers. Then she thanked the girl. But before she could run off, Mithadan stopped her. He had noticed that the flowers had not been plucked. Their stems had been cut with an exceedingly sharp blade. "What did you use to cut these?" he asked. She drew forth an ornate knife with runes written on the blade. Mithadan examined it. "This came from the caves?" he asked. "The tombs," she responded.

He drew out his own knife and handed it to the girl together with the Numenorean blade. "Could you take this and any like it to the Lonely Star, please?" he asked. "You may have mine in its place." She nodded and ran off.

Piosenniel looked at Mithadan with a quizzical expression. He waved off her questions and set his head upon the turf. In moments, he had fallen asleep.

[ November 06, 2002: Message edited by: Mithadan ]

11-06-2002, 04:29 PM	#376
*Mithadan* Spirit of Mist Join Date: Jul 2000 Location: Tol Eressea Posts: 3,329	Tol Meneltarma had the air of a land reborn. Mithadan was amazed at the extent of the vegetation which had grown since the Isle of Elenna had been overwhelmed by the seas. It seemed a place which bore the blessings of the Valar as if in apology for the destruction that had been wrought as a result of the Numenorean rebellion. He breathed deep the flower scented air. He laid on the ground besides Piosenniel in the small grove of beech trees watching the Hobbits and Hobbrim explore and frolic. A Hobbit lass ran up abruptly and presented a bouquet of blossoms to Pio. "This is for you for helping us," she said breathlessly. Pio laughed and tasted the scent of the flowers. Then she thanked the girl. But before she could run off, Mithadan stopped her. He had noticed that the flowers had not been plucked. Their stems had been cut with an exceedingly sharp blade. "What did you use to cut these?" he asked. She drew forth an ornate knife with runes written on the blade. Mithadan examined it. "This came from the caves?" he asked. "The tombs," she responded. He drew out his own knife and handed it to the girl together with the Numenorean blade. "Could you take this and any like it to the Lonely Star, please?" he asked. "You may have mine in its place." She nodded and ran off. Piosenniel looked at Mithadan with a quizzical expression. He waved off her questions and set his head upon the turf. In moments, he had fallen asleep. [ November 06, 2002: Message edited by: Mithadan ] __________________ Beleriand, Beleriand, the borders of the Elven-land.