The chapters WILL get longer-MUCH longer. The first several we were still figuring it out, testing each other to see where we can go. For a few more chapters it's still setting up the story because we originally had a strict rule on the length of chapters. After that was removed, the quality shoots way up. Please wait and you'll see, and please read and review, even to flame!

Chapter 10
Author: Tith

Lorin stood watching the small alliance of Elves and Men depart. As the sky darkened and the travelers disappeared over the horizon, Lorin could not help but wonder what their fate would be. The fair Elf that she had met just hours before now rode ahead on a journey that Lorin could not even begin to imagine. Lorin felt a hand drop on her shoulder and she jumped, startled from her reverie. She looked up, surprised to see Meneatarion standing behind her. Lorin turned, and Meneatarion smiled at her gently.

"You have only known my daughter a short time, yet you fear for her."

Lorin's face crinkled. She wasn't used to those around her understanding what she felt. "I cannot help but worry," she finally replied. "I have never met so precious a spirit." Lorin's voice was soft. "I am afraid I scared her when I found her this afternoon."

Meneatarion laughed. "I hope she remembered her manners, then."

Lorin nodded. "She was nothing but pleasant."

Meneatarion reached down and touched Lorin's forehead with his fingertips. "You have the same eyes your mother had, Lorin. Deep and so full of life. You wonder why you are welcomed here, young one, but the truth is we have long known your family. You were only a child in your father's arms when last I saw you, but even then you likened to your mother."

Lorin swallowed hard, tears in her eyes. "She died after my birth," she whispered. "But I did not know...."

Meneatarion shook his head. "Your father did not want to stay here. He took you and your brother to live with his family. He loved your mother, but could not stay in the place that she had cared for so much. Do you understand?"

Lorin nodded. "Tell me more, please." The knot is Lorin's throat was tight.

"Your mother was born and raised here. She met your father when she traveled through Gondor as a young woman. She loved that land. She was drawn to Gondor as you are drawn here. I can see it in your eyes, and I know that you do not wish to depart."

Lorin's head dropped, tears spilling down her cheeks.

Meneatarion's strong features softened. "I have spoken to your brother. He would like you to stay here, although he regrets that he cannot. He has promised to visit you often if you choose to remain with us."

Lorin's eyes flew open. "What?" She could barely speak.

"Your brother has missions to complete, but he would like you to stay here. Will you?"

Lorin's mouth hung open. "Yes," she finally managed. "Yes, I will." She began to cry again, but this time from disbelief and happiness. "Thank you!"

Meneatarion nodded his approval, his blue eyes shining. "I am glad then. I look forward to my daughter's return. I know she will be pleased to have you here."