“Very carefully.” Aegnor’s mouth twitches in small smile, “… and by falling through once or twice.”
He shouldn’t joke. He knows he shouldn’t make light of it. And yet—- ‘… No wonder it took you so long. Was everyone required to fall in at least once?’
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Aegnor can hear Finrod and Andreth chiding him. He was not being very fair to Tyelpe, was he? Aegnor was masking his own discomfort toward a tumultuous story with wit.
He decides that an honest question deserves an honest answer, “It took us nearly 27 years of the sun to make that crossing. At the end of it all, we saw the moon rise for the first time. I don’t remember ever being so happy as I was when I saw light rise over that fjord; I knew we had made it to land.”














