[Mithadan]

The journey up the river took nearly three days. During this time, the crew of the Lonely Star spoke little of what was to come and, instead, discussed the events of the months preceding, laughing at their foibles and smiling at fond memories. Yet, at last, the ship finally approached Harlond.

The docks and landings were different, Mithadan saw, and there were more great ships of war than cargo vessels swaying at their moorings. This was a time of the Ship Kings, when Gondor had extended its reach far to the south, even unto Umbar. Many tales were told of this time during the Fourth Age, and the might of Gondor during this period was almost legendary.

The Lonely Star pulled slowly into port and found a space to dock amid several swift attack ships. Mithadan descended to the dock and was met by a uniformed Man who asked few questions but took the mooring fee and walked away. Returning to his ship, Mithadan spoke with Bird, Piosenniel, Cami and Rose. "We must obtain an audience with King Ciryandil," he said. "Hobbits are unknown to Gondor at this time. I suggest that all but Bird, Piosenniel and myself stay on the ship, lest we have to answer too many unwanted questions."

He looked over to where the Hobbits and Hobbrim were gathered by the rail, gawking at the mighty city. Then he turned to Cami and Rose. "It seems to me that, for once, there is no place here for the rewnowned Halfling curiosity," he added with a smile. "If it is secrecy that you wish, then it is with secrecy that we must act."

He went below decks, only to return quickly with a black box. Then he removed all but his sword from his belt and turned to Piosenniel. "Just two knives, this time, love," he suggested. "And none hidden away. We'll be safe enough here and need not arouse the suspicions of any guards."

Minutes later, the three descended the gangway and began their walk to the gates of the Tower of the Sun...

[ December 10, 2002: Message edited by: Mithadan ]