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Shawn Daysleeper
Following his discussion with Elenwe, Nole returned to his home to carry out his king's command. He approached his desk, covered with astrological star charts and maps of the various coasts and islands of the world. These maps show his favourite and most efficent sea routes that he discovered long ago in the mortal world. Arrows cris-cross the maps, notated with Nole's fair hand alongside symbols that the sailor, alone, perhaps could interpret.
As he sat down, one map in particular caught his attention. This old map illustrated the coast of the Undying lands, and the parchment clearly showed the love and care of many years of use. Tol Eressea was the focal point, along with Alqualonde, further north on the mainland coast. His thoughts strayed briefly to his childhood, when these places defined the limit of his knowledge of the world, and this map was always in his pocket or in his hand. But now, to him, the world was much larger and... dangerous. On the western edge of this map is the city Tirion upon Tuna. He smiled as he pushed the outdated map aside and began to write a message on a clean piece of parchment:
He rolled the parchment and sealed it with the mark of Olwe. He went out into the night and selected a swan from the group outside the swanry. Speaking the lovely language of the Teleri, he whispered to the swan as he secured the parchment to the bird. He smiled as the swan departed in a graceful arc, beginning the long journey westwards.
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As he sat down, one map in particular caught his attention. This old map illustrated the coast of the Undying lands, and the parchment clearly showed the love and care of many years of use. Tol Eressea was the focal point, along with Alqualonde, further north on the mainland coast. His thoughts strayed briefly to his childhood, when these places defined the limit of his knowledge of the world, and this map was always in his pocket or in his hand. But now, to him, the world was much larger and... dangerous. On the western edge of this map is the city Tirion upon Tuna. He smiled as he pushed the outdated map aside and began to write a message on a clean piece of parchment:
"Earwen, I write on behalf of my king, your loving father. He requests you come to Alqualonde. The situation is very urgent, and I am afraid he is not entirely well. He desperately needs you... as well as everyone who is close to him and who loves him. Let us stand by his side, fair Earwen. May the Valar guide you safely and quickly to his side. Your loving friend, Nole"
He rolled the parchment and sealed it with the mark of Olwe. He went out into the night and selected a swan from the group outside the swanry. Speaking the lovely language of the Teleri, he whispered to the swan as he secured the parchment to the bird. He smiled as the swan departed in a graceful arc, beginning the long journey westwards.
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