Chapter Fifty-One
Shadow Elf
Golaron plunged into the shadows of the forest. Silvaranwyn, Linwyn, and Lysandir were right behind him. The Forsworn did not follow. They had been forced to flee to find shelter from the sunlight. A Light Elf approached them and made a deep bow to Silvaranwyn. They shared a brief exchange in their own tongue.
“Iarion has been here,” she said once they were done talking. “He and Barlo passed this way only moments ago, fleeing for Eraquenya. We must hurry. Saviadro is on his way. Once he arrives, my people will most likely be overwhelmed, and his army will be able to enter the forest. My mother and father are shielding Eraquenya from attack, so the Fallen One will have to cross the river and defeat one of them before he can reach it.”
“Then what are we waiti
