Eleyne spent much of her time the following few weeks in the library, seeing as Solas was currently on the road with the Inquisitor, she did not have much to do with her time, she was reading book after book until she was too exhausted to do so any longer and then retired to the room she now thought of as hers and Solas'.
She had come upon a certain, very dusty section of books, and decided to reorganize and reshelf them after cleaning them properly. Dorian grew interested in what she was doing quickly, and came to help. Although his version of helping, was holding a handkerchief over his nose to avoid the dust and telling her where to shelf which book, or where she had missed a spot in her dusting.
She came upon a very old looking book with decorative vines covering the leather covering of the book, it seemed to have been a precious book by the way the leather was taken care of, yet dusty after lying here for so long. Gingerly cleaning the outside, she took a quick peek at the author, but found none. It seemed to be a journal of some kind. She put it to one side and finished her work. After several hours, her back ached and she felt filthy, but to her delight, the books were re-shelved and cleaned.
After visiting the baths that evening, she headed back to their room and sat crosslegged on the bed and read the book. It spoke of a Dalish god, she had heard Dalish from Bull's crew mention a few of them, but she hadn't truly taken note of any of them. Now she found herself curious. This was written in Common, but had a few Elvhen phrases in between. She wondered if Solas would be able to decipher it for her when he returned. She found several references to Fen'Harel having created the Veil. She knew what the fade and the veil were, but she was not as knowledgeable as others. Feeling frustrated, she instead sought to ask Dorian for his aid, the next day.
Falling asleep quickly, the familiar wolf she had not seen in her dreams for quite some time, appeared once more, this time he shadowed her wherever she moved, as though watching over her, protecting her even - some would say.
Waking early the next morning, she took her breakfast, almost bouncing in excitement, the book resting next to her on the table as she ate. Afterwards she quickly made her way to the library and looked for Dorian. Lamenting the fact that of course he would not be up this early. So she took another book, and sat down and waited for him to appear in his usual haunt.
When he finally showed up, dressed and groomed to perfection, as usual, she let a fleeting sigh of jealousy escape her and went to talk to him. He was excited at the idea of research and immediately suggested books they could read to translate the phrases she could not. Though Solas had started teaching her Elvhen, she still had much to learn.
After some hours of research and much reading, she and Dorian were both exhausted but finally had a discernible list of what the translations meant. They said that Fen'Harel comes to people as an unassuming mage, talking of spirits and the fade. Eleyne frowned as they reviewed some of their findings, as that fact rather bothered her, but she could not put her finger on why exactly it bothered her so.
Carefully writing down the translated phrases, and taking the journal with her to her room once more that night, she sat down at the small desk by lantern light and tried to decipher and understand more. After a few hours, she gave up, and wondered if the wolf in her dreams could perhaps be Fen'Harel, as he was known as the dread wolf, after all. Eleyne wondered if he would run, or become angry with her if she stopped to talk to him, and perhaps even asked him a few questions.