Chapter Twenty-Five
Following the Trail
Iadrawyn hated the dark lands. Their wrongness ate at her like a disease, sometimes making her physically ill. She hid it from her companions as much as possible. They had enough to worry about without adding another complication. She was the only one who could lead them to the Quenya. She reminded herself of this every time she went off to retch the meager contents of her stomach in whatever cover she could find.
Daroandir sensed something was wrong. He gave her the privacy she needed, but watched her with concern in his eyes. Lodariel was too focused on protecting her charges from outside harm to sense anything amiss. Valanandir was too wrapped up in himself to notice anything.
He had been withdrawn since they had been dropped off by Malarin. I
