Cami stood on deck watching the scene where Piosenniel clambered aboard, wet and shivering. She looked curiously at the Elf, and then she looked again. She shook her head and rubbed her eyes looking at Piosenniel one last time. No, there didn't seem to be much doubt. Cami might have been absent from the Shire for the past twelve years, but she had lived there long enough before that to be quite sure about such things.
Mithadan had been sitting on the barrel as if transfixed, a mingled look of worry and frustration on his face. He was not responding to Pio's request. Cami swept forward and with a single gesture of one hand pushed the warm cloak towards her friend. With the other, she urged upon her a cup of hot, steaming tea, and told Pio to sit and rest. The Elf looked quite tired from her extended swim in the cold waters of the sea.
But inside her mind, she wondered, This is not right. There is too much risk here, and the risk bears on more than one. I must try to talk some sense into her!
Cami left Mithadan and Pio in privacy, but resolved to talk to the Elf later that day.
[ September 26, 2002: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]
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