Mithadan roused himself at the sound of familiar voices. "Sam?" he said softly.
Samwise paused at the door and returned to the man's side. "Yes Mr. Mithadan," he answered.
"Sam, where am I?"
"On the Elven vessel, sir" responded the Hobbit. "The Wizards are defeated."
Mithadan fought for consciousness for a moment longer. "Sam. I'm not a traitor. You know that don't you? Sam... I'm sorry...so sorry..." His eyes closed again.
"Well, he won't be much help now, will he?" said Frodo.
The dreams returned. Piosenniel grasped him by the throat while Frodo approached holding Sting at ready. Mithadan moaned in his sleep...
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Beleriand, Beleriand,
the borders of the Elven-land.
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