The water was still on that windless night. The ship of his friend Galahir named the Aeronnen lay docked at Harlond in the Gulf of Lhun. A crescent moon and the stars reflected in the still waters of the bay. Galahir was asleep in his hammock inside the cabin but Armanduil sat on deck enjoying the silence of night. Much had happened the last few weeks, a bit too much for his liking. He was glad that Celegil would be alright when the healers are done with him, at least that’s what his brother Fingil told him before they sailed away from Forlond.
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