Chapter Six
Hunted
The stolen portion of the Quenya burned. Saviadro resisted the urge to scratch at his crawling skin. He had lost track of how many days had passed since his escape from Melaquenya. It had taken time for the word of his deeds and the theft of the Quenya to spread. Even then, the distraction had worked in his favor, allowing him to slip through the norther border of the forest while the sentries were learning of the news.
He knew he would be followed. His one advantage was that no one knew his destination. The interior of the Light Elves’ forest was well-traveled, and picking out his trail from countless others would be next to impossible, even for the best tracker. He had no doubt Iadrawyn would be able to follow the Quenya’s invisible trail without any difficulty. But
