Day dawned bright and promising. The morning for departure had come. Cami shooed the last of the Hobbits on board the Lonely Star and hurried up the ladder herself. Fourteen elven ships plus the Star now awaited the signal to set sail. Earlier they had said their farewells to Tuor's ship and the remainder of the Teleri, and watched them set a course West. Now it was their turn.
A last lingering wave to the Hobbrim standing on the shore, and then Mithadan gave the signal. The crews weighed anchor and unfurled their sails to the morning breeze. Almost as one, the great ships leaped to catch the waves, carrying their precious cargo east.
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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