It was a more than dreary day. Elentir was given no work to do, which made him feel terribly obsolete. He couldn't wait until lunch, but soon found out that Anne had mysteriously left early and gone home. When Elentir reached the park, he couldn't find Gavin anywhere. Sad and confused, he returned to the bakery for a roll. It was unusually crowded, so he was forced to sit in a table that had not been bussed. He didn't mind too much, that is until he sat down. He found before him (along with his plate, someone else's and his cup) something incredible. Sitting beneath the unused napkin was a necklace made of silver, soft and pure. Elentir's eyes widened as he tried to gather the metallic silk and found linked to it a familiar medallion. It was a sight for sore eyes. A small but dense piece featuring a textured moon and moonbow. Elentir knew the crest of Sehanine well—it was the patron goddess of his home village in Neverwinter, but known and carried by many of his stature. A sudden rush of excitement and anxiety dove into his soul. This piece, this forgotten jewel could not be found in any store, no matter how odd or ancient. He began to look around frantically. Was this some horrible joke? No, not even the friendliest of men knew the secret religions of his home. Very carefully, he placed the chain in his pocket, and forgetting about his meal, he hurried back to the office, mind racing. As soon as he was finished at work, he would have to find Gavin and somehow explain the meaning of this relic, or at least the meaning of its presence. Even before that, he wanted to make sure Anne was all right. He couldn't believe how fast he was walking, almost skipping on air! The glowing nestled in his coat pocket was burning a steady flame of hope through to his trembling heart. There was another elf in the city!
"Elentir, that's great," Gavin gasped. He looked at the silver charm sitting on Elentir's coffee table with quartered eyes. Elentir was rambling with joy, the most enthusiasm since he arrived. Gavin was almost afraid of his tall friend when they met in front of Elentir's apartment complex. Apparently, a cold-hearted observer had told the police of Gavin's sleeping, and he was in need of a residence that didn't require sleeping on a cot next to a convict. However, Elentir had a feeling that what Gavin really needed was in the stack of papers he had to fill out himself when arriving in the city. Gavin had no identification of any sort.
"Gavin, you cannot begin to understand what this means, which is wonderfully remarkable!" Elentir exclaimed, snatching up the necklace for the sixth time. "The person who left this must go to the bakery often—I'm bound to see them again!"
"Why don't you go back to the bakery and just wait for them to come back? They're probably missing their necklace," Gavin suggested, glancing over to his guitar, which rested on the wall next to Elentir's bow. The tremulous elf gazed into his hands as if he held the very world he lived in.
"I was too excited to even think about that…but I did stop by before coming home. The lady at the register said that no extremely tall customers asked about losing a necklace. Oh, Gavin, what if this is really what I think it is? What if the person who left this…is…is like me?" Elentir began to laugh. "Can you imagine how scared they must be?" Gavin nodded, chuckling.
"I remember how lost you were, Elly."
"That reminds me. You have to show me how the couch works," Elentir muttered while pacing wildly. "It's so incredibly beautiful; Anne would say it's…" Terror and frustration filled his racing orbs. "Anne!" Gavin smirked, glancing up at his eccentric roommate.
"What about Anne?" he teased.
"I forgot to see how she is!" he cried. Elentir scowled and smacked his own forehead. Luckily, the heavy chain was in his other hand. "Gavin, will you stay here and answer the phone if the bakery calls? I asked that they tell me if anyone asked about the necklace." Gavin nodded, surprised that Elentir would be so concerned about the owner of a unique but scratched medallion. "Diole lle!" Elentir replied hurriedly, grabbing his coat. In a wind-blown frenzy, he slammed the door behind him, and only his faint footsteps remained. Gavin's eyebrows arched, all of this being quite overwhelming. Suddenly, he thought over what Elentir muttered before he left.
"What…did he say?"