Chapter Twenty-Four
The One That Got Away
Eruvalion paced between the ancient oaks and towering pines that formed Felara’s Woodhall. Felara wasn’t there, of course. He had barely seen her since she had pulled him from Oblivion and brought him to this place. She was too distracted by the elf she had lured to her realm from a place called Lasniniar. He had overheard the wood sprites talking. They seemed to think him her tame pet, as well. Eruvalion’s lips curved in a smile.
And I will do nothing to tell them otherwise.
Even though he had told her otherwise, he suspected Felara still assumed he was just another elf—one who fit nicely within her own, secret plans. She did no know what it meant to wield the Quenya. He had been the one to cover Ralvaniar under a blanket of darkness so that h
