Here we are with chapter two, ladies and gents!
A/N at the end of the chapter, nothing special to say here.
Enjoy!
Melina couldn't help but feel baffled as Aerfen, her long time companion, friend... her chosen Tarnished hugged her tightly against her armored chest, her body wracked with heavy sobs that left Melina's collarbone wet with tears.
She had never seen Aerfen cry. Not once. The blonde was stoic most of the time and, although Melina had seen her display emotions before, it was usually anger mixed with some rare and brief bouts of sadness (usually when Melina showed herself to Aerfen, for reasons unknown to her) and even rarer moments of contentedness.
And judging by the shock on the faces of the rest of the Roundtable Hold's occupants, this was not a behavior that was familiar to them either.
"Old friend, what is the matter? Have I caused you distress?" Melina gently asked, which somehow only served to make Aerfen's grip tighten, more tears soaking the kindling maiden's top. "If so, then I apologize. But please, calm yourself. Everyone has questions and you seem to be the only one here holding answers."
A moment passed as Aerfen visibly struggled to compose herself, reluctantly releasing Melina and stepping back. She took a deep breath.
"I..."
A great crash coming from the main hall interrupted her, followed by the whole Hold trembling slightly as everyone's head turned to face the direction of the sound.
"...That came from the gate, right?" Roderika asked, her face even paler than usual.
"Impossible." Enia retorted. "The Roundtable of Grace stands on a separated plane from the rest of the Lands Between. The only way something could come through the gates would be..." The finger reader trailed off as she realized the implications of her own words.
"If we were inside the real Hold in Leyndell." Hewg huffed. "And it seems our arrival has not gone unnoticed."
Another crashing sound rent the air as whatever was outside rammed itself against the gates once more, another tremor following before the group heard the sound of the great wooden doors flying open and smacking loudly against the stone walls.
"Perhaps we should get to safety?" Roderika asked quietly.
"I CAN SENSE THEE, TARNISHED!" A voice boomed from the main hall. One that shocked Melina, who immediately recognized it as King Morgott's. But... Hadn't she and Aerfen felled the Omen King? What was going on? "SHOW THYSELF! THAT I MAY SEND THEE BACK TO THY MEAGRE GRAVE! " Unsettled, Melina turned back to her friend.
Without a word, the Tarnished drew the sword at her hip, one Melina had often seen her friend wield in battle, and rushed to the balcony overlooking the main hall, jumping over the railing with a battle cry before anyone could react.
"Oh dear." Enia muttered as the sound of weapons clashing rang out and they all hurried after Aerfen.
As she ran, Melina palmed the handle of the dagger she kept on her person at all times. She still did not know what was happening, but she and Aerfen had faced the Omen King together once and won. She was prepared to do so again.
Aerfen grunted as she deflected a spearhead with her sword and jumped back to avoid a sword. She had hoped her opening gambit would have cleaved Morgott's head clean from his shoulders but the Omen King was a formidable warrior in his own right, when he didn't hold himself back that was, and had barely blocked the blade aimed at his neck.
If she still had the Godslayer greatsword, it would not have been an issue. Unfortunately, the Legendary Armaments and other such unique items disappeared back to their original resting place each reset, unlike more conventional weapons. Which was why she was currently fighting with a regular longsword, albeit one that had been reinforced to its full potential by Hewg.
And Morgott hadn't come alone. In her tunnel vision of trying to remove the threat to her friends, Aerfen hadn't noticed the quartet of Leyndell knights that were accompanying the Omen King until they had almost surrounded her.
Thank the Stars she still had her Gravel Stone seal. And, unlike her weapons, the incantations she learned didn't magically vanish from her memory each reset.
"Graceless Tarnished." The Omen King sneered at her, a great spear of light manifesting in the hand that wasn't holding his staff. "I know not how thee hath managed to sneak inside the walls of Leyndell, but rest assured that whatever foolish ambition hath led thee here will end at mine hand."
"You talk too much." Aerfen said through gritted teeth. "I care not for your words, Morgott. Do everyone in these lands a favor and DIE!" She roared the last word as she dropped her sword and swung her arms forward, sending a torrent of black flames at her foe.
Immediately, the knights closed ranks in front of their king, golden greatshields forming a wall between the flames and their target as Morgott threw his spear of light at Aerfen. The blonde Tarnished rolled out of the way, one hand grabbing her fallen sword as she did, and threw a Bestial Sling at the Leyndell knights, stopping them in their tracks as they tried to rush her.
Morgott's eyes narrowed at her. "A bestial incantation? And those flames... Who art thou?"
"Unlike you, I do not make a habit of giving my name to those who wish to see me dead." Aerfen scoffed, pointing her blade at him. "Why do you even want to know? After all, I'm just a lowly Tarnished."
"Yet thou holdeth multiple Great Runes within you." He paused. "Including mine, it would seem."
Aerfen froze as she registered the implications of his words and felt for the well of Runes within herself. It was true. She could feel the Runes that she'd taken from the last reset's Shardbearers, something that had never happened before. Of course, Morgott's Rune was among them.
Yet there was also two others.
Two that she didn't recognize.
What was this?!
"Watch out!"
The shout snapped Aerfen out of her thoughts quickly enough that she narrowly avoided the giant hammer of light that cracked the ground where she'd stood. Unfortunately, that put her into the path of a spear thrust from one of the knights, which pierced her armor and skewered her left side, pinning her in place as the other three knights closed in. Grunting in pain, Aerfen channeled energy into her seal and golden light erupted from her, the Wrath of Gold knocking the knights away from her and to the ground. Morgott moved to strike again, but a blade of golden light hit him square in the face, causing him to stumble back and the hammer to disappear as he lost his concentration.
A figure jumped down from the balcony, throwing her traveling cloak away as they did. Melina landed beside Aerfen, Blade of Calling in hand and a healing incantation already on her lips. Restorative magic coursed through the Tarnished.
"Thank you." Aerfen said, giving a brief smile at the brown-haired maiden before tackling her out of the way of a wooden staff being swung at her head. She leveled a glare at Morgott. "Alright, I believe it's time to tip the scales."
She rose into the air, sparks of red lightning dancing between her fingers as Lansseax's Glaive took shape in her right hand. The Omen King's eyes widened slightly and he glanced at the knights who were only just getting to their feet. Though the Hold's main hall was large, the glaive of red lightning was long enough that a single swipe of it would leave little room to dodge.
With a shout, Aerfen swung the weapon as Morgott jumped in front of the knights, taking the brunt of the attack for them.
"Urgh!" He grunted as he took a knee, his form smoking slightly from the assault. "The red lightning of the Ancient Dragons... how?"
"You actually protected them." Aerfen blinked, ignoring the question. "I'm surprised. But all you did was hasten your demise." Rising off the ground once more, she channeled the powers of the Ancient Dragons to manifest two stakes of red lightning in her hands. "This will end it." She moved to stab down at Morgott-
"I think that's enough, dear." Enia's voice rang out, causing Aerfen to halt her motion and glance back to see Enia being lowered to the ground by Hewg, who unlike Melina had taken the long way down. Behind him, Roderika looked between the combatants nervously, wringing her hands together. "Surely there is no need for this to end in bloodshed."
"Tell that to him." The blonde pointed at Morgott. "I'm not the one who has a hate boner for Tarnished here."
"The ambitions of thy wretched kind cannot be suffered to pass." The Omen King hissed as he leaned on his staff. "Traitors, pillagers, all of thee! Thinking thou can simply do as thou please in these lands and claim the throne-"
"And because of the actions of some, the rest of us had to be painted with the same brush? Had to die for a sin that we did not commit?! That we do not even have knowledge of?! Hypocrite!" Aerfen interrupted him, hazel eyes blazing. "You of all people should know to judge someone's worth by their deeds, not what they are. Or have you so easily forgotten the persecution of the Omens and the shackles that once bound you below this city after you were granted Grace?"
"Thou darest?!" Morgott roared as he staggered to his feet, his hewn staff cracking under the strength of his grip. "Thou knowest not what you speak of, Tarnished! Thy kind can never be forgiven for thy treachery against the Erdtree!"
"It is the Erdtree who betrayed us! It is Marika who decided those spurned from Grace had to be exiled! We were cast aside without a second thought until the Greater Will had need of us to do its dirty work once more! Those of us once-spurned from Grace had committed no sins!" Aerfen spat. "You truly have become an attack dog of the Golden Order. What disagrees with you is to be destroyed and what you cannot destroy you hide away or subjugate. To hell diplomacy! To hell mercy and understanding! You would rather let the world stay broken than to try and look for another way when yours hasn't worked." She scoffed. "They call you the Grace-Given King. The Lord of Leyndell. I only see a warrior who knows naught but violence."
"Thou art one to talk." Morgott barked mockingly. "What would a lowly Tarnished know of ruling? Of being a Lord?"
"More than you will ever know." Aerfen retorted, her expression turning solemn. "You have been reigning over Leyndell for years, if not decades or centuries, yet what have you done in that time, Morgott? You let the city fall into disrepair, let Godrick run unchecked in Limgrave and used him as bait for the Tarnished. You abandoned the Weeping Peninsula to its fate. Instead of trying to make the Altus Plateau prosper, you stormed Mount Gelmir and then went on a manhunt against the Tarnished when you couldn't get through Rykard's defenses. Hell, you didn't even try to keep tabs on your brother and he's the one responsible for the Bloody Fingers running around and killing people."
"All I have done, I did to protect the Erdtree." Morgott said resolutely.
"The same Erdtree that rejected you as Elden Lord, just as it rejects anyone who tries to claim the throne." The blonde woman replied bluntly.
The Omen King went eerily still at those words. Even the knights, who now stood behind him, looked between themselves, surprised or unsure, as the silence stretched on.
"...How? How dost thou knowest of this?!" Morgott growled, frustration leaking into his voice. "Only my most loyal knights know and they have all been sworn to secrecy! Who art thou?!"
"Someone who does not stop trying even when her deeds are met with failure time and time again."
Morgott stared her, seemingly having nothing more to say. Someone cleared their throat and all heads turned to look at Enia.
"I had my suspicions, but..." The finger reader fixed Aerfen with a sightless stare. "Any doubts I had have been erased. Aerfen dear, how many times has this happened?"
The blonde woman all but deflated, a tired expression expression on her face as she closed her eyes. "Too many." She sighed out after a moment. "I stopped counting after the first few times. If I focused on the resets themselves instead of what I could do better each time, I'd have gone mad long ago."
"And those... resets, they occur when you take the throne?" The old crone continued.
Aerfen nodded. "Not immediately, however, only after a certain amount of time or if I die after becoming Elden Lord."
"Thou mean to say thou traveled through time?" Morgott scoffed. "Preposterous. Does thou truly expect us to believe such a thing?"
Oh Morgott, if only you knew. There were more things in heaven and earth that you could dream of.
"How else do you explain her having your Great Rune, then?" Melina replied from her place slightly behind Aerfen. "It's common knowledge nothing can replicate a Great Rune. Replicate the effect of one is possible, but never the Rune itself."
"And so thee believeth her?" He asked.
"I helped her kill you." The kindling maiden said bluntly. Her eye staring unflinchingly at him. "I saw her take the Great Rune from your body and, later on, restore its power at the Divine Tower."
"And I remember clearly the remembrance she brought to me." Enia added. "Oh, the story it told. Of a graceless Omen who became the Erdtree's protector of his own will. Who loved not in return, for he was never loved, but nevertheless, love the Erdtree he did." She tilted her head toward Aerfen. "It took the form of a sword if I'm not mistaken?"
"Aye. A cursed curved greatsword. I remember it quite well." Hewg answered for the Tarnished, before looking at Morgott. "Yet I do not see it on his person?"
"It's that staff of his. Or, more accurately, the cursed blood sealed inside that wood turned solid." Aerfen clarified, earning a hum of realization from the smith.
Perhaps I can be of assistance.
Aerfen blinked. Was that...?
"Aerfen." The Tarnished turned to Roderika, who held out a tiny box toward her. The box that contained the Spirit Ashes she had collected through her journeys.
With a nod of understanding, Aerfen put one hand on the box and, with the other, brought out the Spirit Calling Bell, ringing it. There was a significant drain on her spiritual reserves as the spirit within the Ashes manifested itself into the world.
"My Lord," Knight Oleg said as he knelt, helmeted head downcast before his Grace-blessed King. "it has been quite some time since last we met."
"...Oleg? Is that truly thou?" Morgott said in wonder before his expression hardened and he looked at Roderika and Aerfen with suspicion. "What sorcery is this?"
"Hah!" The Tarnished barked, laughing. "Indeed it is sorcery. An ancient one from the royal family of Caria, to be precise. Used to call upon the spirits of those whose ashes are unreturned to the Erdtree."
Internally, Aerfen was surprised however. Rare were the times Spirits actually manifested a desire to be summoned. They would answer her call regardless, true, but aside from the wolves whose spirits had been gifted to her by Ranni with the bell so long ago, there were precious few who actively wanted Aerfen to call upon them.
And though she always carried their ashes with her, Aerfen's own strength nowadays usually meant that she didn't need the Spirits' help and, if she did, she was more likely to use the Mimic Tear than any other. The only others that she somewhat regularly summoned were the wolves, Deenh, and Aurelia. It didn't help that most of them, just like the Legendary Armaments, tended to disappear back to their original resting place each reset and, like everyone else, had no memories of said reset. Until now.
Things had truly changed.
"Tis no trick, of that I can assure you, my liege." Oleg said as he stood from his position. "Though I am eternally grateful that you granted me the honor of an Erdtree burial, I still view myself unworthy of it. And so my spirit remained on this plane. Until this Tarnished found my ashes."
"Thou means she desecrated thy grave?!" Morgott hissed, grip tightening on his staff once more. "And thou wonders why I find thy kind detestable?"
Fair enough, she'd give him that one.
"Though what you say is true, she also purified the corrupted Tree Spirit who dwelt inside it." The once-banished knight said at length. "I have watched her until she left my ashes with Lady Roderika. She may be pragmatic to a frightening degree," Again, that was fair. "but I- we Spirits have felt the shift that occurred when we were brought here, to this time. I can sense my Ashes in that box as much as I can feel those who are still in my grave. She speaks the truth."
That... had interesting implications. Ones Aerfen wasn't sure she liked.
Morgott stared at the ghost of his faithful knight in contemplative silence for a long moment before he spoke again. "Very well. I shall trust in thy words then, knight Oleg. Thou hath given me much to think about." The Omen King said before looking at Aerfen and the other denizens of the Roundtable Hold. "I shall permit thy presence within Leyndell. For now. Pray thou do not give me cause to reconsider. We shall speak again."
And without so much as a by-your-leave, Morgott left the Hold, the four Leyndell knights trailing behind him, and Aerfen slowly allowed herself to relax.
"Thank you, Oleg." She said, turning to the Spirit. "I-"
"I did not do it for you." The knight cut her off. "Worthy of the title of Elden Lord you may be, but my loyalty still lies with my King. I would rather you do not cut him down again."
"I understand." The blonde woman nodded, a small smile on her face. "Still, you have my thanks. I do not know if we would have reached a peaceful resolution without you."
"Even in death, I still serve. Call upon me again, should you have need of this lowly knight." With one final nod, Oleg's form dissipated, his Spirit returning to its Ashes within the box.
"Well, that could've gone worse." Aerfen sighed. Her gaze swept across Melina, Hewg, Enia and Roderika. "I assume you all have questions?"
"Indeed." The finger reader nodded. "But I believe it can wait. All this excitement has tired me out and I figure a night's rest might do us all some good."
Hours later, Aerfen found sleep unable to claim her as she laid on the bed of the Hold's east room on the ground floor. The rest of the Roundtable denizens had retired to their respective rooms, with Melina claiming what used to be Fia's.
The Tarnished's mind was still buzzing like an angry beehive, unable to wrap itself around the fact that this reset was different from the others. Not only had others been brought back with her, including Spirits, but she still held the Great Runes of the previous reset. And Melina... Melina had also come back, somehow.
Enia's return made sense, kind of, since her body was still in the Hold when Aerfen had destroyed the Elden Ring. But Melina had burned on the Giants' Mountaintop, far away from everything. There had been nothing left of her when Aerfen had visited the Giant's Forge again. Her revival was a complete mystery.
With a frustrated sigh, the Tarnished swung herself out of bed and wrapped one of the covers around her bare shoulders before heading out. Passing through the main hall, with its doors now closed, she headed upstairs, feet treading softly on the steps so as to not wake up anyone. Hewg's lightly snoring form, lying on his side between the wall and his anvil as he usually was when taking a break from smithing, greeted her as she reached the top. She supposed that, even with his chains broken, old habits died hard.
No sign of Roderika, however.
Aerfen took a look inside Fia's old room but there was no sign of the Spirit Tuner, only the fast asleep form of Melina on the bed. A slightly worried frown made its way onto the Tarnished's face. Where had her fellow blonde gone?
Her ears twitched as a faint sound broke the silence of the Roundtable Hold. Instinctively, her hand went to her belt, grasping the handle of the erdsteel dagger as she focused on listening.
"Is that... singing? It seems to be coming from outside."
Cautiously following the direction of the noise, Aerfen walked down the corridor into the final room of the west wing to find the doors that led to the balcony outside open. Slowly, she inched toward the doorway and peered outside.
Only to find her breath stolen away.
Roderika was sitting on the balcony, her back to Aerfen and her legs dangling over the side as she softly sung a melody that the Tarnished didn't recognize. The moon was out and the sky cloudless, giving her a clear view of the scene.
Far away from the land you knew,
The dawn of day reaches out to you.
Though it feels like a fairy tale,
All of this is true.
And Roderika wasn't alone either. All around her were some of the various Spirits whose ashes Aerfen had collected. Aurelia the Jellyfish floated gently above the Spirit Tuner while the Lone Wolves sat a few feet away. There was also the Spirits of the wandering nobles, the nameless page and others who Aerfen could barely spot beyond the balcony, their heads bowed (though in reverence to the Erdtree or Roderika herself, she couldn't tell). Even Deenh the Stormhawk was there, perched on the railing.
Run with me, have a look around.
We build our life over sacred ground.
Come my love, our worlds may part,
We'll be safe and sound.
To think Roderika's reserves could support the presence of so many Spirits at once... It was humbling. The young woman had come a long way from the broken mess of a person Aerfen had met so long ago in that shack on Stormhill. Roderika had been alone and adrift, having lost the will to live alongside everyone and everything she had, yet too scared of death to embrace it.
Even now, the Tarnished considered it nothing short of a miracle that her fellow blonde had found her purpose upon coming to the Roundtable Hold. Though Hewg always argued that he had only given her a nudge in the right direction, the Smithing Master had saved Roderika's life by taking her under his wing and they all knew it.
Sha ta co ti oh scum ne rivna
Sha ta co ti oh nugga Tír na nÓg
Sha ta co ti oh scum ne rivna
Nug a Tír na nÓg
Tír na nÓg, oh
Come beyond the ancient fog
Tír na nÓg, oh
Come with me to Tír na nÓg
Aerfen closed her eyes and let the song wash over her. She recognized the tongue, though not the melody itself or the lyrics, and it brought back memories. Memories of a time before The Shattering, before her death, of her life beyond the Fog that separates the Lands Between from the rest of the world.
Time won't follow the path we came.
The world you left, it forgot your name.
Stay with me and be mine my love,
Spare my heart the pain.
She'd always felt a kinship with Roderika but it was not something that she had ever talked over with her fellow blonde. And as the resets progressed, the thought had been the further thing away from her mind. Now, however, the answer was all but smacking her in the face. They both came from the same land that Aerfen had chosen to call home after being exiled.
Sha ta co ti oh scum ne rivna
Sha ta co ti oh nugga Tír na nÓg
Sha ta co ti oh scum ne rivna
Nug a Tír na nÓg
Sha ta co ti oh scum ne rivna
Sha ta co ti oh nugga Tír na nÓg
Sha ta co ti oh scum ne rivna
Nug a Tír na nÓg
How long had it been between her death and Roderika's time? Years? Decades? Perhaps even centuries? The thought was... somewhat daunting.
Tír na nÓg, oh
Come beyond the ancient fog.
Tír na nÓg, oh
Come with me to Tír na nÓg.
Come with me to Tír na nÓg...
Aerfen opened her eyes again as Roderika's voice trailed off, the song coming to an end. Slowly, she brought her hands together and clapped them softly a couple times.
"Mirya."She said as the Spirit Tuner's head whipped around to stare at her, eyes wide. "Nanye la istan lire."
"Aerfen?!" Roderika squeaked, a blush lighting up her face. "I-but-wha- how long have you been here?!"
"Just long enough for most of that last song. I couldn't sleep and I didn't see you when I came up, so I investigated." The Tarnished replied, smiling as Aurelia floated down, one of her arms raised in greeting. "Good evening to you as well, Aurelia." She laughed then as the wolves circled her, begging for attention that she gladly gave them. A weight settled on her left shoulder and she knew without looking that Deenh had decided to change his perch.
"They're fond of you, you know?" Aerfen turned her head to see Roderika smiling at her, her face still flushed. "The Spirits, I mean. I can understand their yearnings, what they are drawn to, even their feelings at times. Outside of loyalty and respect, the emotion I get the most from them is a desire to help you." She gestured to the Spirits around Aerfen. "Strong as you are, you still took the time to collect their ashes and make them grow stronger. They all wish to repay you."
"Then I shall endeavor to be a better summoner in the future." Aerfen replied, feeling a phantom beak preening her hair. "It's only fair, after all, since I took them from their resting place." She grinned at the Spirit Tuner. "Still, if they are fond of me, then they must simply adore you."
"Now you're just teasing me." Even as Roderika said that, her face reddened a bit more. She was also trying to pointedly ignore Aurelia's arms affectionately wrapping around her. "I didn't know you spoke high court, by the way. Where did you learn it? Did I teach it to you in a previous reset?"
"No. I learned it before my death, back when I was still a grace-spurned exile from the Lands Between. I suspect the land I called home for a time and yours to be one and the same." The Tarnished answered, obliging the obvious subject change. "But why do you call it high court? Back when I learned, it was still the common tongue of the land. At least to my knowledge."
Roderika stared at her. "It hasn't been for as long as the history books remember. And Tir Tairngire has a long history."
"...Tir Taingire? The Promised Land?" Aerfen blinked. "Not Tir na mBeo?"
"The Land of the Living? That's a term I have only found in some of the most obscure books." Her fellow blonde said, still staring. "Gods, that's... I do not know what to say."
"Don't dwell on it too much, it'll give you a headache." Aerfen shook her head. "Still, that is certainly uncanny. Why, you could even be a descendant of mine or one of Godfrey's warriors who settled there!" She laughed.
Roderika took a tuft of her hair between her fingers, looking back and forth between her own wavy blonde strands and Aerfen's darker but just as wavy blonde hair. "...I do not think it would bother me. If we were to be related, that is." She said softly, shyly averting her eyes.
That certainly stuck Aerfen speechless, leaving her to look at Roderika with wide eyes.
"I think my heart just skipped a beat there."
"...I am not calling you 'daughter'." The Tarnished said at length. Her lips quirked up. "Besides, that's Hewg's privilege."
"Aerfen!" Roderika squeaked again, visibly mortified.
Aerfen laughed before giving the Spirit Tuner a fond smile. "But I certainly would not mind a sister." She blinked and her brow furrowed. "Does that mean Hewg also becomes my adoptive father?"
"Stop teasi-"
Deenh screeched as he leaped from her shoulder.
The world slowed down as adrenaline flooded Aerfen's body even as she staggered slightly from being used as a launching platform by the Stormhawk. Her hand drew the erdsteel dagger as her eyes darted everywhere, trying to spot what had spooked Deenh. Absently, she realized all the other spirits beside the Stormhawk had vanished.
A glint of moonlight reflected off steel, letting her see the throwing knife that was flying straight for Roderika's neck.
Aerfen blurred forward with the Bloodhound Step, her free hand reaching for Roderika as she overtook Deenh and the covers she'd been using as a cloak were dislodged by the sudden movement. The Tarnished yanked her fellow blonde down by her tunic just in time for the knife above her head, cutting a few strands of blond hair as it did, before bouncing off the walls of the Hold.
"Stay low and get inside! Now!" She barked as she shoved Roderika none too gently behind her, eyes scanning their surroundings.
Above them, Deenh screeched again and Aerfen threw herself over the Spirit Tuner, a grunt of pain leaving her lips as a throwing knife sank into her side.
"Aerfen!"
Gritting her teeth, Aerfen yanked the blade out of her flesh. "Don't worry about me! Get inside and close the doors!"
Roderika hesitated for all of a second before she nodded, darting for the doors as Aerfen covered her and pulling them closed, leaving the wounded Tarnished outside with only a dagger and the Spirit of Deenh to defend herself against their unknown assailant.
Oh, and she was mostly naked save for her chest wrappings and linen pants.
"All things considered... This is perhaps not the worst situation I've ever been in."
The wind blew, the sounds of rustling leaves and of her blood dripping on stone being her only answer. Hazel eyes narrowed in determination and she reversed her grip on her weapon.
"Come at me then. If you dare."
"Mirya. Nanye la istan lire."
"Beautiful. I did not know you had the gift of song."
More or less, at any rate. I suck at Quenya/High-Elf and asked someone for help.
Anyway, I hope you liked the way I expended a bit on Roderika's background and the argument between Aerfen and Morgott, who are both jaded in their own ways.
Also we finally see some of the Spirits that Aerfen has collected!
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