Chapter NineStrengths and Weaknesses
Iarion stalked up the stairs that led to the northern tower, fuming. He hoped no one would follow him. He needed some time to himself. He reached the top sooner than he expected. He took a deep breath of the fresh air and stared out at the wide world. What had Silvaranwyn been thinking? How could she be so ignorant? She would never understand.
And that was the problem. No one would ever understand. Unless they were successful in their quest, he would always be alone. And wasn’t Silvaranwyn just looking for some understanding on his part? She was the only one of her kind to come on this journey. She had done so willingly, knowing it was unlikely she would ever return to the Quenya and her people. She had come to him, the only other elf in their group,
