He said he used to call me the 'unobtainable Princess in the Tower'. The only part of that which was true, was that I dwelt in a tower. But in those far off days, how was he to know I watched him as much as he watched me?
And now, beyond all expectations, we are travelling together. He will follow where I lead. For now, at the least.
So we met in Imlad Gelair, as planned. Our conversation hopeful, looking forward. Though neither of us fully spoke our mind, we knew...I knew where matters were heading.
Midsummer at the Library of Imlad Gelair with stories, music, dancing, wine, a forge mystery, a secret door, some unexpected mischief and a fabulous celebration of the rising sun.
Undómion leaned back in the chair with one leg swung over the other, one hand with a goblet of wine. He did not feel any form of remorse or feel for his actions towards Ráolor’s work of art. The blind elf had beheaded the statue. Ráolor yelled at him, and even threatened Undómion should he lay hand on the statue again…The blind elf did not seem to care; all he saw was he was trying to make a point clear. Is life really all in statues and jewels? What about being friendship, or marriage, bound to someone forever? What held more worth?
After Thendryt's unexpected visit, Ráolor began spending most of his free time next to his precious statue, yet unfinished. Apart from working many hours every day, he would just stand in front of it, motionless, eyeing the surroundings of Imlad Gelair, as if he was expecting Thendryt to suddenly attack from the shadows.