Chapter Twelve
A New Era
Iadrawyn leaned back against the side of a hill, its carpet of grass warmed by the afternoon sun. The village of the Light Elves sprawled before her, composed of mud huts and hollowed-out hills. The former Earth Elves preferred the latter. The Quenya’s familiar tingle danced on her skin, its presence a constant hum in the background of her thoughts.
She knew she wasn’t like the others. Everyone else needed to be close to the Quenya to commune with it. For her, the Quenya was everywhere, not simply as a lodestone of connection, but an intimately familiar presence that could be tapped.
She even suspected those frequent pulls of intuition she had felt throughout her previous life had been the stirrings of the Quenya. It had silently prompted her even before she ha
