Chapter Thirty-One
A New Friend
Saviadro kicked at a small rock, watching it skip along the mountain trail before careening over the edge. He wished he could be rid of his frustrations as easily. Why did no one listen to him?
He knew he was young, but he couldn’t believe he was the only elf to think they should use the Quenya offensively, rather than cowering in the woods. They were all naive fools if they thought they could hide forever. Valanandir and Iadrawyn were the worst of the lot.
Saviadro fumed at the very thought of them. Iadrawyn with her precious visions was treated with awe by all except her closest friends. If he had the relationship with the Quenya she did, he wouldn’t use it to hide the elves in an enchanted forest.
No, he would use his cunning to manipulate it against
