Chapter Ten
Desperate Times
Lodariel adjusted her pack on her shoulders. After her conversation with Daroandir, she had only spent enough time to gather weapons and supplies before leaving Melaquenya. Most of the sentries were posted on the northern border, so the southern edge of the forest was stretched thin. It had been easy for her to slip past the very guardians she had helped to train.
Now she was in the Rolling Hills, traveling south. She wondered where the pull from the Quenya was sending her. She had been reborn into her current incarnation in Melahalas, so she was familiar with the southeastern portion of the continent. Was her destination the Shifting Sands? The Feo Daran? The Shadow Swamp? And once she arrived, would she find Iarion?
A lingering pang of guilt haunted her fo
