Foundations of Friendship
Out of thin air
My grandmother told me stories of creatures that sprang out of the grass and elves that appeared out of thin air, and I spend days trying to catch them when I was just a boy.
But then Theodred started taking me on real quests, and I stopped believing. The more blood a man sees the harder it becomes to believe in elves.
Nothing ever appeared out of thin air in Rohan.
Until today.
I look down upon them and I feel confused.
They say they are orc-hunters, but that cannot be, nor can Strider be his real name. No mother would do that to her child.
Are they sent by the wizard?
Or…
"Have you sprung out of the grass? How did you escape our sight? Are you elvish folk?"
"No," said the tall man. "One only of us is an Elf…"
I stare at the one he is talking about.
For the first time I notice his pointed ears.
If only Theodred would have been here to see.
Pain fills my heart when I think of my cousin, reminding me that the wizard's minions are cunning.
I must not let my guard down just yet.
But still…
An Elf…
