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piosenniel · 12-21-2002, 03:28 AM

They had come four days journey upriver, and were anchored for the evening just south of Cair Andros. Daylight, it had been decided, would be the best time to pass through the narrow channel to the west of the Ship of Long-Foam. The eastern channel they deemed too narrow for the width of the ships to sail through safely.

Like a great ship, its prow facing upstream, the long thin island lay anchored in the Anduin, some leagues north of Minas Anor, between the provinces of Anórien and North Ithilien. It broke the waters of the great river into two narrower streams as they flowed around it.

To the east of it, in North Ithilien, was the area that would be known as Hennuth Annûn, the Window of Sunset, the series of caves hidden behind a high waterfall, facing west over the vales of the Anduin. And between the caves and the river’s bank lay the Field of Cormallen. ‘Strange to pass by what will become the history already in my mind.’ she thought to herself.

Pio stood at the bow of the Gull’s Wing and looked toward the east where the faint moon was already rising into the evening sky. She had looked with fresh eyes at the treasury of history which lay along the Anduin as the ships passed upstream - Pelargir, the ancient port of Gondor; the Emyn Arnen, Royal Hills, which marked the boundary between South and North Ithilien; Minas Anor and its twin to the east, Minas Ithil – in darker days known as Minas Tirith and Minas Morgul; and the Citadel of the Stars, Osgiliath, spread out on both sides of the river.

Voronmir hailed her, calling her from her thoughts. There were details of the ship to be seen to, to make ready for tomorrow’s passage. History stepped aside for the concerns of the present, as she made her rounds with him. Satisfied that all was at last in order, she returned to the bow and took a seat at the rail, letting her mind drift with the currents once again.

Once they had passed the length of Cair Andros and returned to the main channel of the river, she thought, it would be just three days until they reached the area of the Falls. It would be her last time to see Cami . . .

[ December 26, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

12-21-2002, 03:28 AM	#490
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	They had come four days journey upriver, and were anchored for the evening just south of Cair Andros. Daylight, it had been decided, would be the best time to pass through the narrow channel to the west of the Ship of Long-Foam. The eastern channel they deemed too narrow for the width of the ships to sail through safely. Like a great ship, its prow facing upstream, the long thin island lay anchored in the Anduin, some leagues north of Minas Anor, between the provinces of Anórien and North Ithilien. It broke the waters of the great river into two narrower streams as they flowed around it. To the east of it, in North Ithilien, was the area that would be known as Hennuth Annûn, the Window of Sunset, the series of caves hidden behind a high waterfall, facing west over the vales of the Anduin. And between the caves and the river’s bank lay the Field of Cormallen. ‘Strange to pass by what will become the history already in my mind.’ she thought to herself. Pio stood at the bow of the Gull’s Wing and looked toward the east where the faint moon was already rising into the evening sky. She had looked with fresh eyes at the treasury of history which lay along the Anduin as the ships passed upstream - Pelargir, the ancient port of Gondor; the Emyn Arnen, Royal Hills, which marked the boundary between South and North Ithilien; Minas Anor and its twin to the east, Minas Ithil – in darker days known as Minas Tirith and Minas Morgul; and the Citadel of the Stars, Osgiliath, spread out on both sides of the river. Voronmir hailed her, calling her from her thoughts. There were details of the ship to be seen to, to make ready for tomorrow’s passage. History stepped aside for the concerns of the present, as she made her rounds with him. Satisfied that all was at last in order, she returned to the bow and took a seat at the rail, letting her mind drift with the currents once again. Once they had passed the length of Cair Andros and returned to the main channel of the river, she thought, it would be just three days until they reached the area of the Falls. It would be her last time to see Cami . . . [ December 26, 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.