Chapter Thirty-Three
Stir Crazy
Silvaranwyn looked up at the dwarf standing over her, her mind sluggish with confusion. A distant part of her noticed there was blood dripping from her ears and nose. She could feel it trickling down her face from her eyes like tears.
“Barlo?”
But Barlo was dead...
The dwarf raised his ax above his head. The blade gleamed in the violet light of the tainted Quenya as it began its descent toward her...
She gasped as her eyes flew open. Her fingers were clutched protectively around her belly. She took several deep breaths as she took in her surroundings. She was on a couch, lying beneath a pile of tartan blankets. The fireplace beside her was cold and empty. A slant of afternoon sun shone through a round window that looked out onto the undulating green of
