Inyahin in her resting period in Rivendell, finds herself again in the council of the wizard Mithrandir, also known as Gandalf to those west of the trollshaws.
"Now slayer, of trolls and dragon-kind" says Mithrandir chuckling a little as he speaks to Inyahin "this perpetual grief that you keep from your past casts a great shadow over you."
And continues "And as your power grows, HE shall endeavour to win your favour with trickery, cunning and deceptiveness so subtle you wont realise that you're in HIS clutches until after you have slain one of your closest friends from your own righteousness and pride shall be your down fall."
He takes a puff on his pipe and concludes his sentiment "The added grief of which will drive you closer to HIM until the shadow is so great that your light will have been all together extinguished."
Inyahin, shocked at this news and foreboding future, doubting she could ever sink that far into darkness but not doubting Mithrandir's council.
Her determination not to venture out of the light over rode every instinct she had.
This unknown course almost giving her pause but asked "What must I do?"
Mithrandir examines Inyahin as if to try to establish her resolve, "You took my statement better than I had expected. Others in your place might have gone on for hours exclaiming how they could never fall into shadow and rejected even the notion of possibility." and he smiled again "Yes, this is good."
Inyahin, more collected at his reassurance, replied "You gave me a choice, between going further into shadow or remaining in the light. If you say it's possible, even the smallest possibility. I will not risk it. I will not become that which has darkened the eastern skies."
"If not that, what will you become?" questioned the wizard curiously.
Inyahin thought for a moment, and started "Even if the whole of the earth was in darkness, and the shadow had covered all the lands, and all others had succumbed to the shadow..." and she paused for a moment to consider "then I would be the last light, an unyielding candle in the endless night."
Mithrandir choked on his pipe-weed from the vision then and laughed to shake it from his mind "Well young one, lets hope it does not come to that. If this is the true rhythm that your heart will sing to then the task is clear."
He starts; "Then two tasks I set for you. First; You must come to peace with the snuffer of light and for the second purify the valley of unresting torment."
Puffs his pipe again, "yes, yes that should do it" and smiles.
Inyahin, perplexed at his riddles "I will do as you ask, and heed your warnings. If only I can work out what they mean!"
Mithrandir leans forwards as if to impart secret knowledge to her and whispers "they only mean what they mean at the appointed hour"
Inyahin lights up her pipe and they smoke together for some time in a steady, and comforting silence.
