Chapter Forty-SixIn the Dark
The air was crisp and cool as Golaron rode beside Silvaranwyn. It was good to be riding Vanyar again. One of the dwarves from Dwarfhaven had returned his mount to Belierumar before marching into battle with Lord Eranander.
The journey south was quiet. There was no sign of the Fallen One’s army, other than the blighted patches of land they had left behind. The grassland surrounding Belierumar was churned up for leagues. In many places, the grass and plants had withered and died after falling under the shadow of a passing Forsworn One. The dark army made no effort to hide their trail as they traveled. It galled Golaron to see his homeland so wounded. It would take years for the evil taint to fade.
Silvaranwyn gave him a sympathetic look, as though reading his
