[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Tasa had sat quietly in a corner pondering through the watches until hers arrived. Unable to sleep, she considered all that had happened on this trip, ignoring the past and concentrating on just this event. This was not yet history... she was still living it. She considered this, tilting her head slightly at the thought. Nobody noticed, all being asleep or busy with their own thoughts. If what I am still living is not yet done... then perhaps the past is not too late to be fixed. But is there a way? Is there a way...

She dozed until Endamir woke her again for her watch. It was entirely uneventful save the simple passage of time: she watched the clouds pass silently over the island, casting a cloak about the bright moon. She felt the cool ocean breeze as she stood watch in the doorway. She smiled at her sleeping companions. They would miss this... the best part of the day. She thought for a moment before making a quick decision.

Swiftly and silently, she made her way to the sleeping Malris. Touching him lightly on the shoulder, she spoke.

"Wake, dear friend, and watch a new day begin with me? The sun will rise again in only a few moments. Already the sky over the ocean turns light."