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Reave blinked and continued to stare at the four of them, the three elves and the one angel.

"Elnara!" he exclaimed finally, his voice cracking with emotion. His eyes misted over as he stepped forward and swept her up into a tight hug and didn't let go. "It's been so long ... so long," he murmured. He raised his eyes once more to look at Lore and Silvrendir again, and he smiled widely, centuries disappearing from his face.

"Thank you, sir," he murmured in a choking voice. "Thank you so much ..."




Atalya smiled at Lin, holding Storm like an infant in her arms. "Only if he can still sleep undisturbed," she replied, "which ... isn't very likely. No, I think it would be best if he slept in a bed ... or something."

She looked thoughtful. "Perhaps he should stay with me until we can find Elnara back agaiin. Then she could take care of him."

Lore watched the two embrace though it was, form what he could tell at first very one sided, but it was still an embrace. He couldn't really voice the words, in which to say, that Reave didn't need to thank him. After all he had been blessed to have Elnara with him.

Atalya smiled at Lin. "Yes, they're going to stay with me, then," she said softly. "It will help Storm get back to health as quickly as is possible."

Earendil nodded and passed Starr off to his greatgrandmother as well. "Then we'll see you at dinner again?" he asked her warily.

The queen nodded, and Earendil turned back to Lin. "Well, we have a little bit of time left," he told her with a smile. "What do you want to do?"





Reave smiled again and reached one hand out to Lore, to shake. "Welcome, welcome," he said warmly. "I apologize for being rude when you knocked ... it's been a troublesome few decades. Pleased to meet you, though, so pleased to meet you!"

Lore shook Reave's hand with a smile, he was relieved that the man was not too upset. Though he guessed seeing Elnara helped that a great deal.

"It's fine," Lore replied, "You were busy."

"Does that mean you were a fighter?" Idhril piped up eagerly, her golden eyes glowing brightly in the torch-lit room.

Elnara laughed softly. "Ah, yes," she murmured. "I almost forgot ... Neko, this is my youngest daughter, Idhril, and the one Lore's holding is my youngest son, Silvrendir."

Silvrendir waved at his greatgrandfather and giggled a bit, but didn't say anything. Then he put one arm around Lore's neck and made himself comfortable in his arms again.

Lore wondered about why he mentioned that, though if they were out in the desrt they wouldn't need ot guard for a long while. The logistics of invading a city that was out in the desert would drive a person mad.

Elnara gasped. "Neko, you can't say that," she admonished him. "What happened to this family is not by any means your fault! There was no way you could have prevented any of what happened!"

Silvrendir was confused now, and he looked up into Lore's face inquisitively.