Chapter Twelve
An Ancient Enemy
Barlo knuckled his eyes and yawned. He, Iarion, and Silvaranwyn had spent most of the night arguing their course of action. Iarion had tried to get more information about the reasoning behind Silvaranwyn’s imprisonment, but Feoandir and Silvariel had avoided the subject completely. Their suspicion was baffling.
Iarion had considered trying to leave during the night, taking Silvaranwyn with them, but she had refused. It was a risky plan anyway. Still, Barlo would have tried it for Silvaranwyn’s sake.
“Are you sure about this?” Barlo asked her for the umpteenth time. “I don’t like the idea of leaving you behind.”
“I am certain,” Silvaranwyn said.
Barlo grunted. “You’ve had another one of those vague premonitions from the Quenya, I take it.”
She nodded.
