Chapter Eighteen
Old Flames
Barlo did not understand any of what was said, but there was no mistaking the look of shock on the Wild Elf’s face when Iarion stepped forward.
The other elves, who had been standing in the trees, came out into the open, murmuring among themselves. They had similar coloring and clothing as the elf who had challenged the companions. Iarion walked past his friends to join them on the far bank of the river. His expression was unreadable. He approached the leader and waited for a reaction.
A moment of tense silence followed as the first Wild Elf looked Iarion over. Then he threw his arms around Iarion, his face split with a wide grin. He said something to Iarion in Elvish.
“Please,” Iarion said in Common, “let us speak so my friends can understand.”
“As you wi
