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she was face to face with the large bird. Their golden eyes met. The hawk seemed agitated. It shifted on the perch from foot to foot, but its eyes remained locked on the Light Elf. When Silvaranwyn broke eye contact, the hawk flew off with a scream.
“What was that all about?” Barlo said.
“I called and the hawk answered.” Silvaranwyn shrugged. “I communed with it to see if it knew anything about Numarin. All Linadar can speak with birds and animals. It is a part of our connection to the Quenya.”
“And?” Iarion said.
“The hawk saw Numarin leave his tower months ago. He was headed north, and he was traveling alone. He appeared to be in a hurry.”
“We should find Lysandir and tell him,” Iarion said. He led the way back down the stairs to the main hall. Lysandir was already there, waiting. Linwyn and Golaron descended the stairs from the southernmost spire.
“What have you found?” The Learnéd One’s silver eyes were hungry for answers. Iarion told him what Silvaranwyn had discovered.
“There was nothing interesting in his library,” Linwyn said.
“But there are books and scrolls strewn everywhere,” Golaron added in his quiet voice.
“Yes, his personal quarters are also in disarray.” Lysandir frowned. “It seems Numarin left of his own accord and in haste. I do not know what would have caused him to do so.”
“None of our people have seen him for months,” Linwyn said.
“It is unlike Numarin to leave his tower in such a state,” Lysandir said. “It is also unlike him to leave so suddenly without sending any word. I must have time to ponder the meaning of this. You rest here while I have a look at Numarin’s library and think. I will be back by noon.” Lysandir ascended the leftmost set of stairs, leaving the others behind.
Barlo spread his bedroll on the stone floor and sat on it, leaning against the wall.
“Well I don’t know about the rest of you,” he said, “but I’m in no mood to sleep.”
“We should probably stay awake anyway,” Linwyn said as she followed the dwarf’s example. “It is possible we could be attacked again.” She pulled her sword from its sheath and laid it on the floor within easy reach. After a moment, Golaron, Silvaranwyn, and Iarion joined them.
“So what can you tell us about this Numarin?” Barlo asked the twins.
“Lysandir reminds me of him in many ways,” Linwyn said. “He is of similar stature. His hair and beard are white instead of gray, but he has the same black streaks. And his eyes are dark. You can never really tell what color they are. He usually wears blue and silver robes.
“Sometimes he visits our city, but we mostly come to him. He is very serious and secretive, but he can be quick to laugh at a joke. I have always liked him. Golaron does not. He doesn’t trust Numarin. Then again, my brother has a problem trusting most people.” Golaron shrugged at his sister’s words.
“I have only met him once or twice,” Iarion said. “What I noticed most about him was his hunger for knowledge. It is common enough among the Learnéd, but especially so in Numarin. He questioned me for days on end about my life and all the things I had seen until I told him I had to be on my way. Even then, I wasn’t certain he was going to let me leave.”
“And what of Lysandir?” Golaron asked, causing everyone to notice him once more. “Do you trust him?” His hazel eyes darted back and forth between Silvaranwyn and Iarion.
“My people trust him,” Silvaranwyn said. “But we know there are many others who do not.”
“He has been my friend for many years,” Iarion said. “I trust him completely.”
“We have heard rumors about him at Belierumar.” Linwyn frowned. “Rumors of betrayal. What can you tell us of this?” Iarion paused, considering Linwyn’s request.
“You should tell them,” Barlo said to him. “If they’re coming with us, they should know what we know.”
Iarion sighed. “You’re right. Besides,
“What was that all about?” Barlo said.
“I called and the hawk answered.” Silvaranwyn shrugged. “I communed with it to see if it knew anything about Numarin. All Linadar can speak with birds and animals. It is a part of our connection to the Quenya.”
“And?” Iarion said.
“The hawk saw Numarin leave his tower months ago. He was headed north, and he was traveling alone. He appeared to be in a hurry.”
“We should find Lysandir and tell him,” Iarion said. He led the way back down the stairs to the main hall. Lysandir was already there, waiting. Linwyn and Golaron descended the stairs from the southernmost spire.
“What have you found?” The Learnéd One’s silver eyes were hungry for answers. Iarion told him what Silvaranwyn had discovered.
“There was nothing interesting in his library,” Linwyn said.
“But there are books and scrolls strewn everywhere,” Golaron added in his quiet voice.
“Yes, his personal quarters are also in disarray.” Lysandir frowned. “It seems Numarin left of his own accord and in haste. I do not know what would have caused him to do so.”
“None of our people have seen him for months,” Linwyn said.
“It is unlike Numarin to leave his tower in such a state,” Lysandir said. “It is also unlike him to leave so suddenly without sending any word. I must have time to ponder the meaning of this. You rest here while I have a look at Numarin’s library and think. I will be back by noon.” Lysandir ascended the leftmost set of stairs, leaving the others behind.
Barlo spread his bedroll on the stone floor and sat on it, leaning against the wall.
“Well I don’t know about the rest of you,” he said, “but I’m in no mood to sleep.”
“We should probably stay awake anyway,” Linwyn said as she followed the dwarf’s example. “It is possible we could be attacked again.” She pulled her sword from its sheath and laid it on the floor within easy reach. After a moment, Golaron, Silvaranwyn, and Iarion joined them.
“So what can you tell us about this Numarin?” Barlo asked the twins.
“Lysandir reminds me of him in many ways,” Linwyn said. “He is of similar stature. His hair and beard are white instead of gray, but he has the same black streaks. And his eyes are dark. You can never really tell what color they are. He usually wears blue and silver robes.
“Sometimes he visits our city, but we mostly come to him. He is very serious and secretive, but he can be quick to laugh at a joke. I have always liked him. Golaron does not. He doesn’t trust Numarin. Then again, my brother has a problem trusting most people.” Golaron shrugged at his sister’s words.
“I have only met him once or twice,” Iarion said. “What I noticed most about him was his hunger for knowledge. It is common enough among the Learnéd, but especially so in Numarin. He questioned me for days on end about my life and all the things I had seen until I told him I had to be on my way. Even then, I wasn’t certain he was going to let me leave.”
“And what of Lysandir?” Golaron asked, causing everyone to notice him once more. “Do you trust him?” His hazel eyes darted back and forth between Silvaranwyn and Iarion.
“My people trust him,” Silvaranwyn said. “But we know there are many others who do not.”
“He has been my friend for many years,” Iarion said. “I trust him completely.”
“We have heard rumors about him at Belierumar.” Linwyn frowned. “Rumors of betrayal. What can you tell us of this?” Iarion paused, considering Linwyn’s request.
“You should tell them,” Barlo said to him. “If they’re coming with us, they should know what we know.”
Iarion sighed. “You’re right. Besides,
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