Mithadan glared accusingly at Angara. He didn't learn this from me, came the response. Tule smiled, and said, "You have admirable skills for a Man, but you need practice. Even your whispers can be heard by one who pays attention."
"Well, we must learn what will work if we are to plan well," said Mithadan. "Perhaps we could run a line between the boats. That might ensure that our vessels are not left behind."
With that, a great deal of discussion ensued as the crew of the Lonely Star climbed to the main deck and began preparations for the grand experiment.
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Beleriand, Beleriand,
the borders of the Elven-land.
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