Chapter Fifteen
Intuition
Daroandir bent over the cold ground, looking for signs of passage. Time seemed to slip through his fingers since he and Silvaranwyn had left Melaquenya in search of Iarion and the others. Their trail was not difficult to follow, which meant Daroandir and Silvaranwyn made good progress. As Daroandir had expected, there were no elven prints, but he found the occasional faint outline of Barlo’s boots, and Paige left a clear track of prints in her wake. No doubt Iarion and Lodariel had been more concerned with finding traces of Feoras’s passage than hiding signs of their own. Daroandir set a relentless pace, following the tracks at a run whenever possible.
The trail led west through the Rolling Hills. As he and Silvaranwyn traveled, his heavy sense of dread grew wi
