Chapter Thirty-Five
Repercussions
Iadrawyn sampled the bowl of fresh berries her son had offered. Their juices filled her mouth with a tart sweetness. She passed the bowl to Valanandir, who murmured his thanks.
They were in Curuadil and Finiferia’s hut. After years of trying, Finiferia was finally pregnant again. She was already several months along. Iadrawyn had decided to use the visit as a covert means to determine Finiferia’s state of mind, as well as the potential identity of her unborn child.
The visit was an awkward one, but a welcome distraction from her constant obsession over the Quenya’s most recent vague warning of flame and darkness that had yet to come to fruition. There was still no news from the north.
Finiferia leaned back on her seating cushion as Curuadil rubbed her
