Mithadan plucked the map from Ransom's formerly over-zealous and presently nerveless hands. He noted that the point of a dagger protruded from Piosenniel's sleeve with its point dimpling the skin of Ransom's neck just below his ear.
"I'm certain the gentleman was trying to help, darling," said Mithadan gently as he looked into Ransom's eyes. "Ithryn Luin. 'Blue Wizards'. Gandalf would be better able to elucidate I think. Speak to him. And have an ale on me."
The Man walked towards Gandalf while rubbing his neck. He glanced back at Piosenniel, than joined the Wizard at his table. An ale appeared quickly at his elbow. Mithadan tossed a silver coin to Rimbaud with a nod.
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Beleriand, Beleriand,
the borders of the Elven-land.
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