Mithadan grabbed the rail as the ship began to pitch and roll. He looked up to the helm to Angara apparently mauling Piosenniel. At length Birdland seized the wheel and the Lonely Star came about and settled. The lyrics of David Byrne came to mind abruptly: 'We're on the road to nowhere...'
He glared up at the dragon and began dreaming of barbeque again...
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Beleriand, Beleriand,
the borders of the Elven-land.
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