Second Age; 1716, a week after the encounter…
Undómion had a sense of paranoia about leaving his Talan, and remained on the platform within the Mallorn. He felt humiliated. How could he be bested by this one maid?
“You have the looks of a love-struck elf.”
‘No, I do not! So much happened too fast…the forest is enchanted!’ “Perhaps.”
The forest was special in its own way…even the inhabitants. Still, he should have at least kept composure when saying his name.






