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piosenniel · 10-29-2002, 03:33 AM

Pio felt the press of time once she returned to the Star. They must leave soon in order to make it to the caverns by the hour Mithadan had set for their arrival. She went quickly down to her room and put on her mithril shirt beneath her tunic. Two throwing knives were hidden in her boot tops. Her sword, two long knives, and four additional throwing knives were sheathed in her baldric, and she slung it over her shoulder, securing it round her waist with a twice looped belt. She grabbed her helmet and ran back to the deck.

Kali had organized the Hobbrim, who were now busy ferrying their weapons and the air bladders to the first ship in several of the skiffs. Ancalimon had already gone over, as had Angara with the dragon-fire. The ten Noldor warriors were now on board, as were twenty of the Telerin bowmen. Mithadan was also there, and looked to be in deep conversation with Fallinelë, the captain of the ship.

Pio spoke briefly with Veritas, then gave a fierce hug to Coral and Shell, who had come to see her off. Andril came forward and took the two girls by their hands to keep them back, ere they leaped down to the water to follow after the Elf. Pio smiled at them as they stood looking over the railing, and they waved furiously back at her. Then Pio turned toward Khelek, who was already in the skiff, and bade him cast off. They made for the first ship in silence.

It was midmorning, early, when Fallinelë led the long, graceful line of ships northward to the Siril. Their white sails were filled with a fair wind, and their gleaming prows cleaved the water without hindrance. Pio stood at the bow, keeping her eyes ever toward the north, as the waves bore them along at a swift pace.

Mithadan's Post:

As the Telerin fleet proceeded North, tendrils of vapour, almost like steams from a boiling kettle, rose from the sea both around the ships as well as ahead of them. Soon the fleet and the coastline to the North were obscured by a thick fog. The ships passed through the mists unseen, like ghostly shapes moving through wadded cotton.

Mithadan smiled and looked down at the sea beneath the prow of the Telerin ship on which he rode. "Thank you," he said quietly...

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10-29-2002, 03:33 AM	#320
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,786	Pio felt the press of time once she returned to the Star. They must leave soon in order to make it to the caverns by the hour Mithadan had set for their arrival. She went quickly down to her room and put on her mithril shirt beneath her tunic. Two throwing knives were hidden in her boot tops. Her sword, two long knives, and four additional throwing knives were sheathed in her baldric, and she slung it over her shoulder, securing it round her waist with a twice looped belt. She grabbed her helmet and ran back to the deck. Kali had organized the Hobbrim, who were now busy ferrying their weapons and the air bladders to the first ship in several of the skiffs. Ancalimon had already gone over, as had Angara with the dragon-fire. The ten Noldor warriors were now on board, as were twenty of the Telerin bowmen. Mithadan was also there, and looked to be in deep conversation with Fallinelë, the captain of the ship. Pio spoke briefly with Veritas, then gave a fierce hug to Coral and Shell, who had come to see her off. Andril came forward and took the two girls by their hands to keep them back, ere they leaped down to the water to follow after the Elf. Pio smiled at them as they stood looking over the railing, and they waved furiously back at her. Then Pio turned toward Khelek, who was already in the skiff, and bade him cast off. They made for the first ship in silence. It was midmorning, early, when Fallinelë led the long, graceful line of ships northward to the Siril. Their white sails were filled with a fair wind, and their gleaming prows cleaved the water without hindrance. Pio stood at the bow, keeping her eyes ever toward the north, as the waves bore them along at a swift pace. Mithadan's Post: As the Telerin fleet proceeded North, tendrils of vapour, almost like steams from a boiling kettle, rose from the sea both around the ships as well as ahead of them. Soon the fleet and the coastline to the North were obscured by a thick fog. The ships passed through the mists unseen, like ghostly shapes moving through wadded cotton. Mithadan smiled and looked down at the sea beneath the prow of the Telerin ship on which he rode. "Thank you," he said quietly... [ October 29, 2002: Message edited by: Mithadan ] [ October 30, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ] __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.