Chapter Fifty-Two
Reunion
Barlo struggled to keep up with Iarion and Sinstari. The trees flew by in a green and gold rush as he pumped his short legs. The ground trembled and a rumbling sound filled the air somewhere behind them. Saviadro must be trying to cross the river. Barlo used the fearsome image to push himself even harder.
He almost ran into Iarion when the elf came to a sudden stop. The air before them shimmered like a translucent curtain of light. Barlo could make out the glade of the Quenya behind it. This must be the shield Feoras had spoken of.
“Good. You have finally come.” Lady Iadrawyn appeared on the other side. Lord Valanandir stood beside her.
The lady reached out her hand to Iarion, allowing it to penetrate the shield. Iarion placed his one hand on Sinstari’s shoul
