Chapter Twenty-One
Learning Curve
The Quenya was his! The words sang in Vlaz’s mind. The dragons who served the Quenya with the elves had been forced to abandon their pursuit once he and his remaining minions entered the mist shrouded fens. Although he had lost more drakhalu than he had wanted, they were replaceable. There must still be a few scattered elves who had not made the pilgrimage to Vila Eadros. Once his drakhalu had a chance to recover, he would send a team to hunt them down. They would be easy prey.
Now Vlaz led his remaining forces through the Hamad Orom. The mountains loomed overhead, casting huge shadows under the pale light of the dimmed moon and stars. They were very close to home, which was a vast network of caverns that went deep into the heart of the mountains. There
