Chapter Eight
List of Demands
Lodariel strode through the trees of Melaquenya on silent feet in the early morning shadows, trying to determine the source of her unease. She had woken feeling as though something were missing. At first, she had put it off as Iarion’s absence, but they had been apart before. Yes, she missed her mate, but Dwarvenhome wasn’t far, and he would return soon. If anyone was capable of taking care of themselves in the increasingly dangerous lands beyond the borders of the Light Elves’ wood, it was Iarion. She only hoped his visit to the dwarves finally put to rest his haunted memories of Barlo’s death.
No, this was something different. Something had changed, but she couldn’t say what. Even though she knew rationally that Iarion was probably fine, she found herself
