Khelek quickly scanned several scrolls in the flickering candle light. The text was written by the most skilled scholars, now passed away over the Sea, but the information contained within the scrolls was valuable.
"For the love of Earendil, please be here," he thought. A loose scroll caught the corner of his eye, fluttering to the stoned ground. Palms sweating slightly, the Elf bent over to bring the script into the light. He knew it was the information he sought.
Holding the scroll in shaking hands, as close to the candle without burning the delicate paper, he read:
Anadûnê zîrân hikallaba...
Five stars there are
Upon a single star
And in their midst
The great root star,
Heaven's pillar of old.
They are there,
The little-folk,
Now sea-changed,
Hidden.
Êphalak îdôn Yôzâyan
Giver of Gifts, he came,
Zigûrun;
Land of Gift, brought down
We hid them,
Nimîr, the shining ones.
Raising his head after reading the words, the Elf furrowed his eyebrows and thought long and deep.
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"What shall we do, what shall we do!" he cried. "Escaping goblins to be caught be wolves!"
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