Chapter Eight
The Calm Before the Storm
Valanandir walked across the swaying wooden bridges that hung high among the branches of Melaquenya’s ancient trees with a graceful ease. A faint breeze carrying the green scent of leaves whispered in his ears. The unsteady movement of the planks beneath his feet reminded him of standing on the deck of a ship amidst the rolling waves. Iadrawyn followed more cautiously behind him, but without any trace of fear.
He surveyed the village of treetop huts with an air of satisfaction. Only a single rope ladder led back to the ground, and it was only lowered either by request, or with the aid of the Quenya. Even if the Light Elves’ forest domain was breached, it would be difficult for an enemy to make his way up here. The trees were too tall to climb with
