A pecking at the window, and another note: "I have neglected a key detail of your mission. You will need to acquire a nautical map of the Belegaer. Anything before S.A. 3319 will be useless. It must include longitudinal coordinates and the location of that port of Arnor known as the Grey Havens. From it, there must be directions towards the Road. You know which one I seek. If anyone still has such a map, it will be Elrond. Take note of its coordinates and bring them with you to the mechanism."
With a wary squint at the rather vocal and rude bird, Lindethiel snatched up the note and shut her window quickly. Last thing she needed was bird shit all over her room.
She read over the note twice, brow furrowing, and drummed her fingers against it as she glanced toward her door. Elrond may have such a map, but the most likely person to have such information would be Lord Cirdan. Which felt more wrong than shuffling through the maps in the library here, so hopefully there would be something sufficient in Imladris.
If not, he’d have to make do without it.
Noticing the little angry bird still at her window, she grabbed up a plate with half a slice of bread from her dinner and carefully slid the glass up just enough to push out the peace offering.
“No notes to return to him yet, I’m afraid.”
