[Nevtalathiel]

* * * DALE-Girion * * *

Slowing down? Girion cursed silently, still trying not to irritate either the first mate or the captain. He didn't want to be slowing down. To put it bluntly, he did not want to be on the boat at all; he would rather have walked and been late. Swallowing hard, he tried to think of the reasons he was here; his father, his people, the kingdom which would one day be his. He just managed to overcome his urge to throw himself over the side and swim to Minas Anor and tried to plan what he would say to King Elessar when they finally arrived, hoping that if he focused on his task, he might not hit anyone. Thankfully, no diplomatic relations were harmed by his meeting with the High King, and he knew exactly not what to say or do when they did meet.