Pine-Brother
By: Eärillë
She yearned for him all her life. Was it so wrong to want to know about one's brother? What was so terrible about him that people never deigned to talk about Evanzadí, firstborn son of Evandar and Islanzadí?
4.
Twenty years. Just a little beyond twenty years ago, little elven children had looked forward to having their chance on hatching a dragon egg. But now, twenty-year-old Arya could look forward to nothing else than to being the next queen of the elves in the very, very, very, very distant future, a prospect which totally disinterested her, despite her mother's urgings and machinations. It was a bitter irony that she had been born just a year before the Fall of the Riders. If it had been just a little sooner, even if she might have been killed just months later for defying the Wyrdfell…
But now, her twentieth year of age passed unmarked, at all.
Though she wondered if her brother had hoped for the same: for a chance to be a Shur'tugal, for a chance to be up high in the air without stiff obligations to any race or person…
Or had he in fact been a Shur'tugal himself?
She knew nearly nothing of him, after all, just a name, not even his age. He could have been very, very old and he could have had a dragon! Maybe a beautiful crimson like her mother's feathery cape, or green like the eye colour she and their father shared…
She could dream, at least, even though she would never be a Shur'tugal, even though she would ever meet neither her father nor her brother.