Chapter Thirty-Eight
Love Hurts
Andirlynia’s fingers clutched the smooth wood surface of a stake. She and her father had managed to reach the Glade of the Quenya without being stopped. Not even the regular sentries stood watch over the glade now that Eruvalion was Lord of the Wood. Such confidence in his control over the Quenya had made Andirlynia wonder whether their plan would work, but after descending into a deep trance, she had managed to reach the Quenya’s unblemished core to make her request.
The branch that had been given freely by the tree that housed the Quenya tingled faintly against her palm. It bore none of Eruvalion’s taint. Valanandir had stripped the bark with great care and sharpened the end to a point. Now she crouched beneath the back window of her parents’ hut while
