Chapter Thirty-Eight
The Age of Rebirth
Valanandir paced in the garden, waiting to be summoned. He hadn’t felt this way since… Well, since the day Andirlynia had been born. He had hoped after experiencing the agonizing wait once, he would be more graceful about it. But here he was, flattening a strip of the grass with his restless nerves.
He would like to think after everything he and Iadrawyn had gone through, it was not her fate to die in childbirth, but since the exodus from Ralvaniar, he took nothing for granted. How he wished Daroandir and Lodariel were there to keep him company!
Every time a child was born among the elves, he and Iadrawyn visited to see whether it was either of their beloved friends, only to be disappointed. He knew they needed to be patient. It was hard. He and
