The Exchange by Elrond's Library  

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The Exchange


The thing about a floating island is this: someone with sufficient power must steer it, and Ulmo is blind.

We would have wandered the seas forever, never reaching the place that Elwë (Námo watch over his spirit) and all the others claimed would be a place without sorrow.

I’m not sure I believe that, but being lost at sea in the dark is significantly better than fleeing the Dark Rider’s steed in the dark.

Lucky, then, that I had made a study of the stars, and that Ossë is not as blind as his master.

So this is how I found myself – soaked and chilled to the bone, clutching a spire of rock by the base of our island, hoping that I would not fall – explaining the heavens to Ossë, so that he might help his master navigate us into the West.

He gave me a fish for my troubles.


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