Looking out over the bow, Mithadan satisfied himself that they were not in imminent danger of running into any rocks or shoals. Nor were any other vessels visible. He looked out at the distant shoreline with a frown, yet a light burned in his eyes. He had long studied the legends of the First Age and longed to see the fabled lands of Beleriand.
"Alright," he said. "We're here. Now when are we?"
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Beleriand, Beleriand,
the borders of the Elven-land.
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