Chapter Seven
The Missing Piece
Iarion walked bent over the withered grass, scouring the ground for clues. Lodariel had fanned out beside him, moving in a similar fashion, her red-gold braids swishing to and fro as her head moved from side to side. Barlo and Paige walked at a leisurely pace behind them so as not to disturb anything.
Feoras’s trail was cold, but he and his companions had left a few clues behind. Sea Elves were not as experienced at hiding their tracks as a group of Wood or Wild Elves might be. Still, it wasn’t much to go on. Only a faint trace of an odd print remained here or there, often hidden in the grass. At least the weather was cold enough that Feoras’s group had been forced to build campfires along the way. If not for the remnants of ashes in cut-out circles of so
