Chapter Ten
A Growing Sense of Dread
Daroandir raised his hammer over his head, sweat dripping from his brow. He did his best to lose himself in its clanging rhythm as he used it to strike the glowing metal on his anvil over and over again. He had been restless ever since Lodariel had left with Iarion and the two dwarves. He knew his twin was more than capable of taking care of herself, but that didn’t stop him from wanting to be at her side.
Silvaranwyn had remained silent on the matter since they had said farewell to Lodariel and the others. Daroandir knew Silvaranwyn could sense his desire to run after his sister, so he had buried himself in work, spending long hours in his forge in an effort to hide from his mate and distract himself. But somehow, he had ended up working on a set of
