The Coming Storm
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Elon of Aerilann, Elven advisor to the High King of Men, helped negotiate the treaty between his people, Dwarves, and men. He suddenly finds that fragile truce threatened from without by an unknown enemy and from within by old hatreds and prejudice. With the aid of his true-friend Colath, the wizard Jareth, and the Elven archer Jalila, he searches for the source of the threat.
To preserve the alliance, though, Elon will have to choose between duty and his Elven honor...
shirt on over his trews. “Ailith?” She looked toward the gates. The view through them was clear. He followed her gaze, caught his breath, turned to the guard and snapped, “Sound the alarm, go.” The guard ran. Ailith’s heart sank further, for the longer she looked the worse it was. As Elon came out of the door he stopped, his gaze locked on the horizon and what awaited there. Colath was a step behind him, Jareth and Jalila at his heels. They all stopped, transfixed, as Ailith ran towards
time when the need is great. Do it, Ailith. You must.” Looking up at him, she could see the determination in his pale eyes. “I don’t know how and what will it do to you?” she whispered. The pain was bad but the growing weakness was somehow more terrible. Even more horrible was the cold that crept into her limbs. It was growing harder for her to breathe. He shook his head. “Nothing. I’ll be a little weaker, that’s all. You must, Ailith, or you might die.” The pain was intense but the coldness
not least of these was the innate knowledge of such things. Elon nodded. “You must pick where you will take the army and no farther, where you will fall back to and no farther.” This was the most basic strategy and tactics. “Where are your scouts?” Scouts? Daran ground his teeth. He hadn’t even thought about them. “I have no scouts.” No scouts. Elon shook his head in amazement. “Then how do you know what lies ahead of your army? How do you know where the enemy is? Where will you face
was draped with trailing vines and flowers. Wherever you turned the air was softly scented. Outside the borders it might be snowing, but within there was a drift of flower petals. “How is that, Elon?” he asked, in response to Elon’s statement. The warmth in Elon’s eyes was his only indication, other than words, of his welcome. As a rule, Elves didn’t smile much or show emotion at all. Despite what some of Jareth’s own folk thought, they did feel it, they simply didn’t show it except among
drawn to it. Think or say a name and for me it’s the same. Within it there is a great river of stars that’s the heartland, and the river that runs through it. There are constellations, too, and brighter stars and lesser. A brighter patch against a dimmer patch down by Doncerric. Another bright patch where you asked about your mother, Colath. Aerilann, you said. I never knew what it was.” Jalila shook her head, looking up at the sky. To see all that. Amazing. She took a breath. “Well, if Ailith