CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE

A burst of yellow fire flared in the sky, and Legolas cowered back, fearful for a minute, speculating into what awful Underhill town Charlotte was carrying them. The little leprechaun scratched his eyes, and when he saw the moon rising above the eastern shadows, almost as full as the western rise of the sun, he rubbed his eyes even harder. “What? What’s happening?” Obligichaun said. Then, the night was still young, and the long voyage to the east would take hours. He stood up straight and talked.

'Where are we going, Leggie?' he asked. 

'In the realm of Sharrveineil,' the wizard answered. 'The other hill is still passing by... we must check on the people. I hope Aradan and the wizards were taking responsibility at a charge.'

“Is the moon colliding with the sun? It’s an unbelievable phenomenon.” he panicked.

There was a silence again for a while. Then, 'What is that?' cried Obligichaun suddenly, clutching at Legolas