Piosenniel kept watch as Mithadan went below decks to gather arms and inform Khelek and Veritas of this new menace. Ancalimon watched quietly for a moment, then he too went below decks.
Mithadan found him in the galley with an assortment of tubes, vials, rods and cords spread before him on a table. Mithadan watched for a moment as Ancalimon began mixing what appeared to be sands of different colors into small cloth bags, which he tied together and inserted into the tubes, sometimes supported by the rods.
"What are you doing?" asked the Man.
"Preparing some surprises for our Numenorean friends," responded Ancalimon, and he would say no more.
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Beleriand, Beleriand,
the borders of the Elven-land.
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