Better yet to call it all madness, thought Orėmir, and go neither to the island or the West. He looked to his brother and then to Lindir. But if some choice must be made from these two offerings, I would rather we delay the leave-taking for Aman. I would turn my brother from that final choice if I can.
Lindir! he called out, coming to stand beside Endamir. Lindirs eyes looked up at him, filled if it were possible, with more sadness than Orėmir remembered. The Elf turned slightly to look at him, a sudden light glinting from the silvered jewel hung near his throat.
Orėmir smiled down at Lindir. Come up; come up! And let us greet you properly. The ship does indeed bear a foreboding name. But we here are no ghosts. Come up, friend.
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