Chapter Twenty-Eight
Right Place, Wrong Time
Silvaranwyn sat with her back against the ancient tree that housed the Quenya with her eyes closed. Its power sang through her. Her hands rested gently atop her distended belly, cradling the twin sparks of life that lay within.
The hatching and quickening of the dragons Lodariel had found only the night before had tired her, but had done no harm to her unborn children. Still, aside from her mother and sister, she was the only other elf with the strength to maintain the shield over Melaquenya. She could not afford to shirk her duty. She knew Iadrawyn and Andirlynia were also dealing with the increasing unrest among the Light Elves, now that the demands of the Unborn for Iarion in exchange for peace were common knowledge. Although they had foug
