Chapter Twenty
Darkness Falls
In her mind, Iadrawyn saw her arrow plunge into Numril’s chest again and again. She had killed him. She—a gentle elf, who had never killed anyone before—had just killed Valanandir’s best friend. Would he hate her for it? She was numb, her thoughts running in circles. Was there anything else she could have done? She had no doubt Numril would have eventually succumbed to his drakhal side and killed Valanandir if she had not intervened. If only she could have tried to use the Quenya to help him…
The drakhalu closed in. There was no time think about what she had done. What were she and Valanandir going to do about this? There were far too many of them, but she did have her arrows. If they were good enough to kill Numril, they were certainly good enough to kill
