Finally, after an exchanged of few words with Finrod, the woman noticed them. She bowed her head and regarded all of them.            “My name is Magor.” That was all she said before she went silent again.            Everybody looked at her imploringly to hear more of her but it was futile. She just stared back at them with her face expressionless.            “You have to excuse her.” Finrod intervened. “Dragons naturally prefer to stay silent. A complete opposite to our fellow mermen here but you’ll get along enough.”            “Don’t worry, Prince Finrod.” Captain Aquilus said. “We mermen have lived with dragons. Why, they’re just above our waters!”            The mermen chee

The supposed-to-be joyful celebration of the Bronithe ended up with fear, grief, and rage. The crowd was in much confusion and turmoil. The women were in panic and the men were starting to fight amongst themselves. Everybody was shaken and hope had left them weak and vulnerable.Ellaine looked around her and felt the strong terror provoked by the assault. The peace in Lenriad was completely ruined.“People, let us all calm down and think of a way to survive this.” Queen Aera raised her voice to be heard around Tranjie.“If the Dark Child is anything like the Dark One, fighting him would be like digging our own graves!” A fair tall man from the crowd said. “Everybody knows that Murdathes are slaves of the Dark One! They are now serving his heir!”“I knew it! When the Dark One was defeated and the peace was restored, I knew it wouldn’t last!” The woman beside him wept. “The great Virsathen’s sacrifice was for naught! Let us just hide and pray that t

“He’s right there!” Margarette pointed at a lone archer’s tower at the end of Elsinore.            They ran to the foot of the tower and climbed a wooden ladder. At the top of the tower was Caeruleus, lying on the cold floor dirty and wounded.            “Caeruleus!” Ellaine rushed to his aid. She put the lid of her vial near his lips and let him drink. “What happened to you?”            “The Murdathes, she tortured me.” He coughed weakly.            “Don’t exhaust yourself.” Ellaine said. She instructed Finrod to help her lift Caeruleus. “We already have one of the fragments. Just another one left and we can steal the other one in the Dark Child’s possession.”            “You’v

Margarette’s interment was attended by all her friends and acquaintances since she was old enough to speak. There were many testaments as to her habits, logic, kindness and principles.            There were familiar faces like Feucher, Inwë’s father, and the dragons.            All the while, Inwë was grieving. Yes, she knew the truth about her family but why did she have to loose one of them?            “That’s alright, child.” Her father Albert said.            She found his and Estelel’s voice locked up in a box in Ánië’s tower.  It was calling to her and released their voices.            Every elf in Skeifaiah has a tree of his/her own there. In time, they will be burie