[Mithadan]

At last, the Hobbits had been transferred to their new ships. Cami checked her lists twice to ensure that none had been overlooked and all were where they should be. Then Mithadan ordered the anchor weighed and the sails raised. The Lonely Star turned slowly back towards the east and made its way back towards the mouth of the Anduin.

Gamba climbed up to the helm deck and stood beside him shifting his weight from one leg to the other. Mithadan smiled down at the young Hobbit, but refrained from ruffling his hair. Instead, he put his hand on the lad's shoulder and pulled him before the wheel. "Its a day to the mouth of the river and two more until we pass Minas Anor," he said. "Not much time to learn seamanship. But for now, would you like to steer?" The Hobbit's eyes shone as he placed his hands on the wooden wheel and turned his face into the wind...