[Mithadan]

The wind continued to fill the sail of the Barrow vessel. Mithadan, absorbed with tracking the demon ship, failed to hear his cell phone ring. But even as his crew first caught sight of a distant sail, he noted that someone had tried to call him. Listening to Child's hasty messages, Mithadan's eyebrows raised in wonder. Then he smiled and turned to the crew.

"See now the sail of the ship which bears our friends!" he cried. "We go now to their aid but we must take great care for we know who our foes are. None other than the Ithryn Luin, the Blue Wizards, who ages ago were sent by the Valar to succor the peoples of Middle Earth. Our foes are mighty but our will to defeat them is great. We go to rescue our friends!"

Meneli whospered to a nearby Dwarf, "Does he always talk this way?" The Dwarf growled back a response, "No, only when he is in character."

Mithadan turned to the Elves and said, "Now is the time to show a token of our allegience to our friends." He lifted the cloth bundle which he had carried from the Downs and unfurled a banner which he bade the Elves to raise upon the mast. It had been fashioned centuries earlier by his forefather, AElfwine, in token of that great man's lineage. It was the banner of Earendil the Mariner.