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4: A Journey to See Elves - Part Eleven

As they got up from the table, Felanar thanked her for breakfast. She beamed and Felanar blushed and looked away – for in that glance, she had made the young boy's heart break. Her smile was so honestly warm and open, even to a stranger, that Felanar knew the glance had been genuine. He felt very sorry for her, someone with such natural cheer, having to live in such a musty old place, married to the man who let it get that way.


The travelers took their packs and strode outside. It was still dark, and as they walked down the cobbled street Felanar heard a couple of guests in a house they passed having an early-morning argument. Their voices faded as they walked along, past the stables where Bren had arranged for their horses to be kept while they were away. They walked down the hill toward the water’s edge.


Felanar breathed in the salty air deeply. He felt invigorated and looked forward to sailing the Straits and visiting the elves. Soon they reached the lapping water's edge and a dock. Bren had hired a small sailing vessel for their use and while he completed the transaction with the elderly owner, Ravesfel tossed his pack onto the boat and climbed aboard. Felanar did the same and Bren loaded up a few more supplies as the waves gently rocked the boat in dock.

Felanar was greatly looking forward to this part of the adventure. He had been on his father’s fishing boat a few times, but he had never even seen the Straits before, let alone sailed them. Not many sailors crossed the Straits. The fishermen on either side mostly sailed up and down the coasts, never needing to go far offshore. The Straits of Doom received their name from the way the currents in the middle of the Straits could suddenly become treacherous. They were not impossible to cross, but at times it could be difficult. When bad weather stirred, however, they truly lived up to their name. However, Felanar had once read that the Llaráin Erenár sailed the Straits as if it were a pond. Brindledown fishermen viewed it as a high compliment if they were said to be able to sail – according to the old saying – as well as an elf.

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