[Niluial]

Elwë was happy back in his cabin. He now enjoyed and appreciated the warmth of his room and the soft bed he slept on much more than before. He did not at all enjoy camping out in the ice cold snow, on the hard, numbing ground. He also felt safer on the ship, not so vulnerable. The knot and anxiety that once sat in his stomach for long was almost gone. Of course he did still feel slightly uneasy. They are out there, we saw what they did today. I may be worried about myself, but Andtuariel… she is more vulnerable. I love here, I really do. Elwë stood up suddenly, curious as to where Andtuariel had actually gone to.

He walked down the long corridor, observant of many things he had never noticed before; a crack on the walls, a few painting of a rough sea and a few others and also ornaments in glass cabinets. He looked ahead and Andtuariel stood talking to a Lossoth, smiling ever so sweetly. Elwë gestured for Andtuariel to come to him. He watched her walk towards him. Her sunflower yellow dress danced about her legs as she walked and her hair was slightly messy, though it still looked perfect.

“I wonder what did happen to Galhardir yesterday, it is all very dodgy if you asked me.” Andtuariel said to Elwë. He watched her eyes, they were filled with curiosity and mischief-ness.

“It would be better for us to stay out of it. I would like to know too. I heard Annu talking about it too. I heard that someone cut the ropes and it wasn’t just an accident!”

“Very odd. I wonder who it is.”