Gwenen was as good as her word. After coaxing me to try the oat porridge (it really wasn’t bad), we followed Ereglin down to the kitchens. The corridors we took were narrower than those we had taken the day before. The walls were smooth and the lanterns less frequent. Gwenen had me by the hand, and explained to me that we were taking the servants’ ( Read more... )

I was glad for the cloak, for the air in the cave was chilly. Our footfalls sounded hollow and dense against the ground. I wore no shoes, and the rock beneath my feet felt rough, like sand frozen into stillness. I could hear my breathing and the breathing of my companions as we walked. The light finally gave out as we drew near to a large tunnel ( Read more... )