Chapter Seventeen
Visions
Iadrawyn sat with her back against the smooth bark of the giant tree that housed the Quenya. She could sense the shifting rainbow light coming from the hollow of the tree above her, even from behind her closed lids. The familiar pulse of magic thrummed against her skin, and the comforting scent of green, growing things embraced her. Her hands rested on the slight swell of her abdomen as she communed with the source of the elves’ power. It welcomed her and her unborn daughter as it always did, but remained silent within the recesses of her mind.
She had kept her pregnancy a secret—even from Valanandir—until a few days ago, when she had been forced to admit to herself that her changing body was on the verge of telling everyone for her. Valanandir had been worried
