Chapter Thirty-Six
Lasniniar
Iadrawyn hummed to herself as she puttered around her garden. A few butterflies with blue and purple wings fluttered from blossom to blossom while a bee buzzed in their wake. Far overhead, the branches of the silver and golden barked trees wove together to form a leafy canopy that was always golden-green. The breeze whispered between them, bringing them to life. If she closed her eyes, she could almost pretend she was back in Melavalion.
The power of the Quenya hummed in the air. She allowed herself to be soothed by its constant presence. So much had happened in the past few months.
Malarin had flown her and Valanandir from Ralvaniar and found the elven fleet. Only one ship had gone missing in the storm. Other minions of Nargaz had attacked in their absence
