Stage for greatness

Guardsmen came onto us as we proceeded further and further into the tower. With the impressive party, I had no trouble, that is until we've been met with a serious resistance. A man or elf in foreign armor and some sort of staff appeared out of thin air, stepping outside from a distortion; a portal.

Is this one the fabled Wild Hunt? Ge'els never mentioned they have someone who can do that relocation thingamagic! The figure straightened, standing over six feet tall. The man or whatever laughed when he spotted us, stopping and edgy waiting for his next slight move.

"Hm... it seems your presence has disrupted my portal's magic, altmer. Nevermind, Eredin wants to meet with you so... badly."

I stepped in front of my lover, unsheathing Mace of Molag Bal. "Over my dead body." I stated coldly, drawing out the words threateningly.

The elf(?) laughed at my bravery. "You are so like that witcher. Ready to protect, even at the cost of his life. Enough, you won't interfere with our plans. None of you."

In a blink of an eye, he was gone and my heart skipped a few beats, erratically searching for him. He appeared from behind my mage. No! I rushed to stop him, remembering I have an artifact that can amplify and absorb magic. I parried his blow with the blunt side of staff with Wraithguard. He was momentarily stunned and others used the chance; Ondolemar and Neloth zapped him and Divayth's weapon knocked the grisly looking helm off the elf's head, revealing his features. He's from the same world as Ge'els, judging from the bone structure, fair hair and the strange eyes.

Guard captain punched him hard in the gut and he gasped, air taken out of him. His soldiers removed the staff from the mage and I snorted. Now, hopefully he can't teleport.

"Everyone, stand behind me. NOW!" My companions grabbed the soldiers and the elf had that weird, sadistic smile, despite being caught off- guard by me and weaponless.

He pulled a hidden ornament dagger out, dashing towards me. "Fools!"

Ondolemar urged the rest to move forward as I expected my Shout to be bouncing off the walls. He wasn't far from me, ready to run as soon as I unleashed the crystal. The elf was nearing, he was too close, only three feet from me and I took my chances, taking in extra air for the extra kick. "Horvutah Slen Ulse!"

The elf's eyes widened as he gaped at the encroaching purple mass, coming for him. He began to ran, but my Thu'um was fortified since I absorbed my dear friend's soul. The radius of Shout was great. He ran and ran, but then he decided to battle it. We didn't want to stay; we knew when someone countered with magic, it got only more potent and dangerous. Ondolemar grabbed onto my hand and we made a run for the end of hall.

We stopped as we ran out of breath and in the end, we saw a red light and then purple, shortly afterwards. The idiot used fire magic. They always use fire magic.

Huffing, I stood for a moment and Ondolemar grabbed my shoulder to check on me. "Are you alright? That was even stronger than last time, when we battled Hammers of Justice."

Well... I noticed how I wasn't bound by cooldowns of Thu'um any longer; meaning I could Shout for example three times, different Shouts in succession? That IS impressive.

Nevertheless, we've to stop House Dres and save other three. "I'm fine. Just a bit scared of my nearly unlimited Thu'um powers, but otherwise fine. Onward, we have to rejoin others." He shortly nodded and we ran up the stairs, where we caught on to Neloth, Divayth and guards.

"What took you so long?"

"Nothing. Just solved a minor headache. So, how far is that room they are all holed in?" I asked of the guard captain, presuming he knew at least something.

"In the chamber, that's the council room. My soldiers must have gotten through the sewers. There is a secret escape path only a few know of. It was tunneled in ancient times by House Telvanni."

Makes sense. So, other Houses don't know about it.

"That's great news! Captain, how do you propose we stall the conspirators of House Dres? They are to face court punishment, yes?"

"That is up to decide to the Great Houses, my lord. But yes, they are to be caught alive and imprisoned until the trial."

All of sudden, Neloth grabbed me and our little group stopped ascending the stairs, turning to look at us. "What? Is something wrong?"

"We won't wait that long. I won't take chances, but we have to act fast. You're a member of House Telvanni, friend. What do you think is the best course of action?"

I didn't forget the forged letter. They assume we're walking into their trap. Little do they know...

"I think it's best if only me and Ondolemar go inside. You watch for more surprises. I assure you, we can handle it."

"Not wise. A bit of power sapped inside you and you think you can decide the fate of Morrowind by yourself, Dragonborn?" Neloth scoffed at me and I had to rethink my phrasing.

...Still... he asked for my opinion.

Divayth inserted himself into our little debate. "While you two bicker, House Dres may be killing the heads of other Houses. Whatever we decide, we do it. Now." He was distressed. I felt bad for making the dunmer anxious. "Then we barge in. I'll Shout and seal them momentarily in ice, that should give the rest of you enough time to apprehend and arrest the conspirators."

"You have confidence in your inborn ability?"

"I have."

For a moment, Neloth stared into my eyes then he signaled the guard captain and his soldiers to stand by. "When Dragonborn freezes the enemy, you charge in and take the heads of other Houses to safety, from the council room. I doubt they'll give themselves out without a fight."

I smirked. They seem to be forgetting about me. "Oh, they will listen very obediently." My partner saw that smirk and quickly associated it with what I meant. He's smarter than most people.

"Trust him on this. So, are we done standing around?" He asked.

"We have another staircase. As soon as we reach it, we go all out. You all know what to do. Let's save Morrowind's future!" Neloth overly – enthusiastically yelled out, fist pumping. Azura, he's finally going senile...

A few minutes later, standing by the door – and it was awfully quiet on the other end. Very quiet. I didn't like that.

I began to count silently, three fingers in the air. Three.

Everyone got very concentrated and I breathed in and out, my body itching for action. Two.

Ondolemar nodded and I swallowed down. Just don't fuck it up, I said to myself. One. As on cue, we kicked/blasted the door with brute force and magic and despite its sturdy look, it fells inwards.

The conspirators were few. Only three left of once huge House Dres. They each held a weapon against one leader of the Great Houses. They quickly focused their attention on us. One of them grabbed into a Lady of... (was it House Sadras?), putting the elven dagger dangerously close to her throat.

"One more step and she's dead." He threatened us and it worked. We all froze, glancing from the defenseless leaders to my allies and I pondered what is faster. A dagger to the throat or my Thu'um. No, I can't risk Lady Sadras' life, nor Lord Indoril's or Lord's Redoran's.

Damn it.

Use your wit for once, Glorfindel. Outsmart them. Hopefully, my companions will catch on to the farce I am about to exhibit. I relaxed, smirking. "I have brought you a present. The absent House Telvanni leader and his long time associate." I cooked up the lie, praying they will play along. We need to get the Lords and Lady out from the Thu'um radius so I can bend their minds or use other method to disable them. Or kill them. They are becoming quite the nuisance.

Ondolemar really quickly caught on, going full power and blasting the guard captain and his soldiers out from the doorstep, down the stairs. Savage, when he goes for efficiency.

Now, only can hope Neloth and Divayth have equally shocked expressions over my betrayal. Divayth prepared a launch attack at me, but my altmer showed his Thalmor training, disarming him and pulled out the Keening and they clashed swords. And Neloth? He may have actually believed we sold them out and dished out his best spells at me, which I laughed off with Wraithguard, the gauntled absorbed most of the devastating spell and I used ward to dampen the spell which could have killed me instantly. Before he could retaliate, I took in air and I knew that he knew what I was gonna do; he casted enhanced ward to stop the Thu'um from hurting him.

If would have worked, before.

"Fus Ro Dah!" Neloth's eyes widened upon realizing his ward was useless, the Shout sent him flying and luckily hit the wall, blacking out (I didn't want to hurt him for real after all, this was to win the trust of remnants of House Dres) and Ondolemar was also finished with his fight, overpowering Divayth and his conjured minions with his ridiculously maxed out spells and froze him into an ice cube.

I sighed inwardly (he has taken this too seriously, of boy, I sure hope Divayth and Neloth will forgive us for this), turning to face the three conspirators, blinking furiously and the Lords and Lady just stood jaw -slacked, staring at us and I saw the hurt and fear as I approached with my high elven companion, smirking. "Good riddance. I've had enough of their patronizing. And you, my friends, need powerful allies. I agree with your methods. Morrowind has suffered long enough under the incompetent rule of the Great Houses. From now on, there shall be only One House and that is House Dres."

The Lady and Lords' heads drooped, seemingly resigned to their untimely deaths. And the conspirators still didn't trust us. What do we do? I thought this shall work in our favor. If we want to win the coming war with that Eredin guy, we need the full support of Houses. And harming the Lords and Lady is inadvisable for the cause. "Me and my companion came here initially to see what is happening and we were summoned to the summit, but we never anticipated a civil war and when we saw the burned bodies... we saw the truth. This awaits us all if we blindly follow along with what other four Houses say and the most irrefutable are the Telvanni and Redoran. I won't stand to see my country destroyed by civil war. This ends here, with the four leaders dead. I've had my share of civil war in Skyrim." I said my piece, waiting for the reactions of the three villainous swines who still held the heads of Houses hostage.

If they don't release them this instant, I swear to all Divines - "Finally. It took a commoner from the outside to see the corruption. Ever since Tribunal, Morrowind has decayed into complacency and House Redoran took the reins, ignoring us, the new appointed House." A man to the left said, gesticulating madly with the edge too close to the Lord's neck. Gotta convince them to leave the leaders with us...

I stepped forward. "I will take personal pleasure in killing them off, one by one. As you can see, me and my friend have no issue with overcoming old alliances and forming new, more profitable ones. Profitable for both sides. As Dragonborn and savior of Skyrim, the jarls are under my thumb. I can offer you much, if you let me help you." I extended my hand out. The only woman from the House Dres looked up from her accomplices with mixed feelings and they shortly nodded. She crossed the distance and shook hands with me, snark already on the prowl. "I told you the fabled Dragonborn would see it our way, Uthenril! You are above earthly morals like the rest of the fools, we have a vision! A vision you and your companion share as I can see. Together, we shall reshape the tomorrow of Morrowind. One House will reign supreme! House Dres!"

The men laughed sadistically, throwing the Lady and Lords to us like they were rag dolls. With grunts of pain and discomfort, they landed at our feet, staring at us with their red, red eyes, full with fear.

...We are really convincing, aren't we?

I made the Lady stand up, grinning eerily. "You three go and stand behind the fallen members of House Telvanni. Be happy, for I shall execute you all together. I am a good sort, ain't I?"

Still grinning, I caught a glimpse of Ondolemar who was stiff with anticipation. I didn't know what was the best course of action. In heart, I knew the remnants of House Dres should be punished by court, but they didn't deserve such kindness. Civil war wasn't an option. Not with Aldmeri Dominion camping on our doorstep. Any sympathisers with their crazy stunt shall be taken care off. Don't need nor want Stormcloaks wannabes here.

Lords and Lady stood by the frozen Divayth and still out Neloth, hands clenched and probably gritting teeth. To make it look more believable, I motioned towards the door and my altmer mage nodded, strutting and blocking the only exit. I heard pleased short laughing from behind; the bastards were enjoying themselves.

I tilted head to side, as if I was seizing them up whether the cow was ready for slaughter. "Any last words?" I asked of the leaders who hung heads, not wanting to meet my gaze.

The moment of truth has arrived. "Then, I shall say them for you." I turned on heel and the surprise was etched on the faces of members of House Dres. "Goodbye, voclur! Horvutah Slen Ulse!" The crystal prison was headed their way and since I knew its enormous power, I was ready to make a run for it. Again. "GO! Ondolemar, thaw off Divayth!"

We didn't have much time, the Lady and Lords helped and picked up the unconscious Neloth and Ondolemar thawed the ice and still in after – shock, I grabbed tightly Divayth hand and my mage took my left hand, squeezing hard. "Wuld Nah Kest!" We ended up somewhere on the stairs, by the collapsed guards and their unlucky captain who was up and tended to Lady Sadras. Upon seeing us, the guard captain drew his weapon at us. "You came to finish us off?! I won't let you!"

"Stand down. This man saved our lives." Lord Indoril stood up for me and the guard captain, despite his distrust, sheathed his sword. "What happened to them?"

I shrugged. "Go and see for yourself. The room won't be usable, you ought to find another chamber for council meetings, Lords and Lady of Great Houses."

Still in shock, Lord Redoran didn't speak a word, neither did Lady Sadras. She only gaped at me like she saw me for the first time. I scratched the back of head, sheepishly. "Did I fool you? I certainly fooled Master Neloth and Lord Divayth, that's for sure. I didn't want you caught in the aftermath of the... magic I casted, so I had to remove you three from the proximity. Faking I turned coats seemed like a good idea. Luckily, my partner caught on to the little play. I hope you can forgive us for the scare." I bowed down deeply and Ondolemar, although reluctantly followed suit.

Steps resonated on the stairs. A warm hand was on my shoulder. "Raise your head. We are thankful and no matter the drastic measures you used, you have saved our lives. It occurs to me, we do not know the names of our saviors. Neloth was very secretive about you two. Now I see why. You are obviously very capable and resourceful."

Was that a compliment? "Where are my manners? This gentleman is of Alinor, name is Ondolemar. He was... or is an exile from Aldmeri Dominion for betraying the organization for fraternity with... me."

Ondolemar shot me a nasty glare. "Yes, very tactful and to the point. I am bound to him as much as he's bound to me and to the fate of this province which hangs in balance."

"Hey, hey! Go easy on them, no need to flail the approaching doom. My name is Glorfindel Girethi, recently adopted into House Telvanni by none other than Master Neloth himself. And I am the last known Dragonborn, by the way."

Their jaws comically dropped for a moment.

"They called you Dragonborn, but I didn't want to believe them...So that was that mysterious power you displayed... Guard captain." Lord Redoran spoke for the first time, resolved. "Gather your soldiers and check on the treacherous usurpers."

The guard captain saluted and gathered his still a bit shaken up men. In the meantime, Neloth and Divayth showed signs of regaining all their senses.

"Who... wha-" Neloth muttered and Lady Sadras smacked him over the head. "Ouch! Oh, it's you. And..." He turned head and saw me. Divayth went a bit pale when he glanced at my altmer mage. I waved in front of them. "No, no, no! It was a ruse! We had to make them believe we were on their side! I swear!"

The two dunmer exchanged looks and Divayth sighed. "For a moment, I thought you succumbed to the corruption, like Tribunal. I am happy to see that wasn't the case."

I snorted. "Puh -lease. We're not so easily swayed."

"Wait. Why did you mention the Tribunal? Neloth, is there something you aren't telling us yet?" Lady Sadras asked of my one time mentor. Well, the cat would be out of the bag someday. I spared him the explanation.

"When Red Mountain was about to erupt and destroy the whole Morrowind, I enlisted help from my friends, Master Neloth and Lord Divayth. Me and my five friends, including my partner here absorbed the Heart of Lorkhan which was causing the eruption into ourselves. It won't be a threat to no one. "

They were stunned by my confession and then, Lord Indoril noticed Keening and my gauntlet. "Wait! That's Lady Almalexia's Keening! And Lord Vivec's Wraithguard! We thought they were lost, how did you get to possess such legendary items?"

"I had them. My friend Nerevarine left all three with me. The third, Sunder is in Skyrim, I presume, held by Snow Elf."

"Snow Elf?" Lady Sadras prodded and I felt like explaining would be a waste of time. Which it was. "Not important who or where he is. He's a precious friend to me, like the other three. Thing is – problem solved and another mass migration averted altogether. And not even a month passes before another threat comes knocking – the Thalmor."

"Oh, we know of them. That is why we were about to hold the council when -"

"House Dres showed its colors?"

"Precisely."

The guard captain appeared with a grim face, with his soldiers, all gloomy and second – glancing at me. "The last of House Dres are... imprisoned, I think."

"You think? What happened? Are they alive?"

"That is a debate for philosophers, Lady Sadras. In any case, the crystal in which they are trapped in unbreakable, so technically, they are dead."

"Oh."

That's all she said, deigning to the leaders for directions. Then, I remembered we left someone downstairs. "Is there any other usable room nearby?"

"Well... there is one. It's two staircases down, turn left and there it is. Nearest room from here."

"Can you lead us to that room? We have a big thing to discuss, as soon as possible. Also, Master Neloth, can you order Ordinators to stand guard outside the Rootspire and on the top of tower? For precaution, purely."

Neloth nodded and I turned my attention to the confused guard captain. "Can you please fetch the two we left downstairs and bring them to that chamber?"

"Of co- course." He up and left, handing out orders to his men about the stationing and they scattered. The gears in my head were turning. Can we really hope to defeat someone as powerful as Ge'els claims, that Eredin guy on our own? Morrowind was once strong in military and it rivaled other provinces. Since Red Year... things have changed for better or for worse.

"Are we going? It's not far..." Lord Indoril initiated, looking at me with growing interest and I noted how Ondolemar's scowling habit has resurfaced.

"Let's. We have no time to waste."

In strange turn of circumstances, the Great Houses leaders (minus one) walked in row and I felt like I was part of something, something that will be talked off one day. If we win, that is. Shaping history, is that what we're doing? I've never heard of otherworldly invasion - Mehrunes Dagon was of this universe, not some other. 'Tis a difference we'll have to cover once Ge'els shows up.

As I estimated, the chamber was once a guest room turned to storage room, because it wasn't in use. I dusted off a sturdy crate and sat down. Ondolemar chose a wobbly looking chair opposite of me, Lord Indoril and Lord Redoran sat on relatively clean armchairs and Lady Sadras sat on the bed covered in cobwebs, ignoring the little vermin for now. Divayth and Neloth sat down next to her, the dunmer master wizard burned some bigger to crisp.

We waited in silence that rang in my ears. What's taking so long? When I was about to stand up, the door sprang open and in burst the dunmer noblewoman, running off towards her father who was no doubt happy to see her unharmed. "Nissale, you're safe!"

They embraced shortly and they she had a look at the dusty room. "Father, why are you sitting in this... room?"

"Terrible times bring upon strange occurrences." Ge'els incredibly haughty voice caught everyone's interest as they glanced at the tall elf who stared at the group with his alien eyes. "Oh, forgive my impertinence. My name is Ge'els and I am of Aen Elle and I bring grave news – the ones you know as Thalmor are coming this way, their king who snuck into their ranks is one of my people. His name is Eredin Bréacc Glas and he's the worst Tamriel has ever faced. His goal is genocide of all races in this world... and him." He pointed at Ondolemar who rolled eyes. "Once again, why me?"

Ge'els narrowed his brows, matching Ondolemar's furrowed brow. "Because you have the same ability as Zirael had. He wants that power as his own. And ultimately, he wants this world and many others. His greed is inconceivable. He must be killed."

"Why are you telling us all this, sera?"

"Because you don't want your world to wind up frozen and all life lost because or Eredin's selfish goals, do you? Many worlds have fallen prey to the Wild Hunt's leader."

Lady Sadras rose on her feet, stomping over to where Ge'els was and stuck her finger in his chest, accusingly. "You want us to mobilize our army for a battle? There is not enough time for that, if that man is already close. You could have shown up sooner!"

He politely nodded. "I should have, but I am not gifted with space and time travel magic like Zirael, the sage I knew nor that altmer who's frowing at me. I had to wait for a portal to activate on its own, I passed through many, many worlds in order to reach this one and as you've concluded by now, it takes too much time."

She snorted and leaned on the wall, glaring at him, but willing to hear what more he has to say, as were we all.

Ge'els looked around at the faces laden with tension. "I did, however not come alone. My own army is here, in hiding. We've made a camp over the hill that oversees the city. I brought total of 35, 000 men."

I almost fell off the crate. "WHAT?! So many?"

"Oh, Eredin's forces round up to 180, 000 and they are increasing as more Aen Elle thirst for blood lately. With that, how many of your soldiers can you utilize?"

The Lords and Lady of Great Houses glanced at each other, in evident shame. "I have roughly 3, 268 able bodied men and women." Lady Sadras admitted and hung her head. "That's still better than only 1, 322 or less. Ordinators of war are scarce nowadays... and we had the uprising which they took part in. Many of them perished." Neloth said, almost trying to laugh off the low number. I hoped others had more manpower if we're to reach Eredin at all.

"I can offer 5, 410 men..." Lord Indoril added and my face sunk in disappointment. They are the descendants of the Indoril family, surely that cannot be all... "And I have 6, 000 approximately. So... if I am counting right, we have a total of 51, 000 men."

Lady Sadras banged the wall. "Damn it! It's not going to be enough to win this war! We have to call for help. As degrading as it is, it's better than the alternative."

Now the Lords disagreed with her and Ge'els certainly had other ideas. "That won't be necessary. The army is a diversion to keep him occupied and us to keep free of suspicion. If we are to succeed, we need to create an opening. That opening will be them." He motioned towards me and Ondolemar.

...Azura, why always us?

"His goal is to capture and extract the power from this elf and he doesn't care how many die just for that. He expects him to sit back somewhere where he's safe. That is what happened to Zirael at a fortress where a group of close friends defended her and she was instructed to stay inside. A man she loved as her relative died; and the tide of battle changed as her powers went out of control and she almost leveled the whole place to ground. That is what I heard from my deceased friend, a sage. Nonetheless, we won't repeat the same mistake. He will go straight into the battle and he'll transport directly to Eredin when it will look like his side is winning; we'll gain the advantage, call it our turning point. Our mission is simplistic – kill Eredin and all his troops will withdraw and and they will never ever set foot in Tamriel."

Sounds crazy, but we don't have other choice. "If he's going to face that bastard, I'll be coming with him. Let's see him try his luck against two demi – gods."

Ondolemar raised a brow at me, then smiled. "Thank you. Also, thank you all for going along with this crazy plan." He bowed head.

"Now, now, we have no time for sitting around. We shall gather our troops at that camp of yours, sera Ge'els, if I may propose." Lord Redoran spoke up and the elf shortly nodded. "Excellent idea. I have news that Eredin is crossing through a land you call Black Marsh. In a week, they will reach this city." Ge'els informed the group.

"Huh. I don't feel comfortable putting trust in foreigners and a hero venerated by Nords, but we've no option here. I'll go now and gather my generals and regiments, post -haste. I'll see you at the camp. Later." Lord Indoril stood up and went outside the door and past us.

"No time to tarry. I have to collect my foolish men at brothels. Joy of joys. See you all later." Lady Sadras followed after Lord Indoril. Lord Redoran rubbed his temples, sighing repeatedly. "Then, time to move on and get this going. Nissale, come with me."

The daughter, who was quiet suddenly went vocal. "N – no! I want to stay here! I had training in strategy and I can be more helpful than doing nothing!"

"Nissale, this isn't a game. War is coming. A real war, where people, our subjects will die. I don't want you to see such brutality."

"Well, too late! Were it not for this gentleman, I'd be dead." She walked to stand beside Ge'els who watched her, rather amused might I add. "I will stay with this man until we've won. You gave me military training, father. Don't treat me like a lady now. I can help!"

She wasn't gonna stand down and Lord Redoran scrunched his face. "Fine, fine! You are your mother's daughter, after all. Sera, I entrust my daughter to you – and she will be an asset to strategic advances. Very well then, I will meet you all at that camp." He left and Divayth let out a long sigh. "You should go and address our Ordinators, Neloth. I may be the eldest, but I am not the leader, nor do I have any real authority over them like you do. I will stay and in a day once I take care of the mess here, I will join up with you all later. I have to help the citizens of Blacklight and ensure them the danger has passed. Last thing we want is chaos and panic to spread." Divayth addressed his family member of his plans.

Both Neloth and Divayth stood up, glancing at us four still remaining in the dusty storage room. "We're leaving. What are you gonna do? Stay with the two lads or come with us?" Neloth asked of me and Ondolemar. My altmer lover seized Ge'els with a calculating stare. "No thank you. We'll meet by the camp with everyone before the week expires. We have a certain matter to deal with."

We have?

And with no utterance of a single word, he grabbed my hand and we left. Ge'els was donning a smile/grin, the two dunmer were simply perplexed and the noble lady Nissale had no idea what was going on, neither did I at this point.

His steps were long and fast, not granting me any respite. When we reached the end of fourth staircase, I shook off his hand. "I am not making another step unless you tell what you're thinking. What is this matter you talked about?"

Instead of providing an answer, he grabbed onto my hand again, closing eyes and his brows knotted, in deep concentration. "Shut your eyes!" So I did, although I had not the slightest idea what for.

My body felt heavy and then... it was incredibly cold and I shivered in the Telvanni robes. He let go of my hand and I was awe -struck at the sight of the ruins of Tribune, in Labyrinthian. We're in Skyrim?!

"By the Divines, how did we end up here? Did you teleport us?"

He started walking towards the ruins. "Yes. I just learned that I can indeed transport more people if needed and the need has arisen. I don't trust that Ge'els no more than you. And don't deny your mistrust. I can read you like an open book." He said and I pouted. Good thing he can't see me, with his back turned.

"So, why are we here?"

"To have a chat. I hope they can enlighten my suspicions."

Who is he talking about? This place is abandoned. No one's here.

I went after him, catching up. "Who is they?"

He halted and with solemn expression looked at me. "Elenwen and Ancano."

TO BE CONTINUED_