Chapter VIII El'fs'nd'lle

Ann'wn was kneeling with head bowed to The High Queen, “Highness?"

She turned and looked down upon her, “Rise, Force Leader. Tell Me."

It was the early morn, and all the camp was excitedly busy in their final preparations to El'fs'nd'lle. At long last, their journey's mission was to be achieved, and all were now preparing themselves in their finest garment available to them for the procession that was to occur. Ann'wn had come to her Queen with a report, but noticed that The High Queen looked other than excited, over what she could only guess.

"The High Priestess has agreed to ride in the procession, Highness. She is arriving as we speak."

She sighed and looked at Ann'wn, not fully focusing, saying nothing.

Ann'wn saw that her first guess was quite wrong, and now saw that her queen looked deeply concerned, “My Queen? Is all well?"

She blinked slowly, then refocused, “I am sorry, Force Leader. My thoughts are elsewhere.” She sighed, “Have her ride next to Mil'der'in in the procession."

"Yes, my Queen."

"When will the Private and Black Guards take their final leave?"

"In two turns, Highness, after they are assured that you are safely inside El'fs'nd'lle and that no enemies await you outside the gates. Since The Highest of Woden will be leaving at the same moment, some of them will accompany her as far as the Valley."

"I assume we will have enough guards for our return to the Valley."

"Yes, Highness. We will make it so."

"The Mungardies?"

"They have remained quiet, but I sense they are planning something. They are overly quiet."

She nodded, “Have them carefully watched. I want their battles halted, Force Leader. They wish to rule this Realm, most strongly. We will focus all our attentions on them upon My return to the Valley."

"As you say, Highness. We are prepared to do as such."

She sighed again, “Are we arranged for this morn's adventures?"

"Not quite yet, Highness, and your attendants await your presence so that you may also be prepared."

"Mil'der'in gave Me a troubling report this morn."

Ann'wn waited, not wanting to rush her.

She sighed yet again, unable to control her frustrations, “She tells Me that she believes not that she should be the Valley's Queen, and the Counselors wish no replacement for Me. What are your thoughts in this regard?"

Ann'wn was surprised, as The High Queen seldom asked her opinions in such matters, and she also didn't think this was what was causing her queen such concern, “I can fully understand their view, Highness. You cannot be so easily replaced. Although I would prefer no change in this regard, the High Counselor could most likely be persuaded otherwise, my Queen."

"Why do you prefer that I remain as Queen of the Valley?"

"Your forces have all been combined, Highness, and would have to be reconfigured. You must have your own forces as High Queen, as must the Queen of the Valley have her own forces."

"Is that a compelling reason, Force Leader?"

"It would depend on who you desire as Force Leader for your forces, Highness. I may not be the one to speak with in this regard, if you wish me not as such."

She stared at Ann'wn for a moment, fully exasperated, “Why would I be asking such of you if I wanted not your opinion? Quite obviously, Force Leader, you are to remain My Force Leader. Surely you must realize this."

She was pleased, “With all respect, my Queen, I cannot assume as such. It is not my privilege to do so. But if this is so, Highness, all that I can say is I care not which choice is made, as I remain fully in your service. The remainder can be considered quickly. Mil'der'in would make a good Queen, if that is your choice, and like any other, could be persuaded if you made well known your desire."

She sighed and looked away, “Is nothing simple?"

"My Queen?"

She looked back to Ann'wn, “Forgive Me, Force Leader. I am fully distracted, and shouldn't be. I gave you an audience, yet I remain elsewhere. Do you require anything else of Me?"

"Will the Warrior Woman be remaining with us now, my Queen, or will you be sending her with The Highest?"

"She is ours, Force Leader, and is directly under your command. My sister may desire the Warrior to travel to Woden with her, for a short transition of her force leaders."

"Yes, my Queen. I could have her travel with The Highest to Woden, and remain with her until our arrival. She could then leave as we do. When are you planning your visit to Woden, Highness?"

"One moon after our return to the Valley. Given how our plans seem to alter considerably, however, your guess would be as good as mine."

"Yes, Highness. We will return to the Valley, and then wait for the correct moment."

"And given that My Counselors will once again be most frustrated with Me, I suspect that I will be ready to leave well prior to even these plans."

Ann'wn smiled gently, “I understand, Highness."

"Come, Force Leader. Walk with Me back to the camp to where I must now endure the incessant tongues of My attendants."

Ann'wn held out her arm for her Queen. The High Queen placed her arm on top of her Force Leader's, “Tell Me, Force Leader. How many cycles has it been in which you have been My Force Leader?

"Nine, Highness."

"As many as this, then?"

"Yes, my Queen."

She looked at Ann'wn with a glint of mischief in her eyes, “Are you ready for nine more, Force Leader?"

Ann'wn smiled and blushed, “Even more than this, Highness."

As they returned to the camp, Meera awaited them. She knelt and bowed her head, “Highness."

"Warrior Woman. Rise. Tell Me your report."

"The High Priestess calls for you, my Queen."

Ann'wn noticed that her Queen didn't sigh at this report, an unusual moment, “Tell her it will have to wait until after our entrance into El'fs'nd'lle. I have no moments for her, as I must prepare. Inform her that she will ride alongside the High Counselor.” She halted, then added, “Oh, and inform her that we are most pleased in her acceptance. And that she does us great honor. This should be enough."

Meera knew that this would do little to silence Sume', but would carry her Queen's orders to her, “Yes, Highness. As you bid."

The High Queen looked at her carefully, “You approve not of this response, Warrior Woman? But I understand. Have Sele’ taken to her. That should entertain her for a while longer."

Meera smiled, knowingly, “Yes, my Queen. I am most certain that Sele’ will take her role seriously in this regard."

"Tell the Young One that her Queen needs this of her. Consider it part of the learning experience for her."

As San'lr'in’ entered her tent, she saw that Sle'nel’ was almost prepared. Upon most moments, she yet found herself surprised in the beauty of her lover, and that Sle'nel’ yet caused shivers within her. This moment was no different, “You look stunning, Elf. Is your mind as well-prepared as your wonderful Elfin body?"

Sle'nel’ smiled lovingly, then looked down at her new garments, “It is of Elfin material. The Queen of the Waters had them delivered for me, for this moment. What do you think of them?"

"The Elfin garments are quite unlike anything we wear in the Valley. But they suit you well. They fit almost as if they were your skin. I quite like how it displays your body. And the cape is extraordinary."

"And you? What will you be wearing?"

She smiled and placed her arm around Sle'nel's waist, bringing her to her gently, holding her close, ignoring the question, “I never prior thought that this moment would arrive during My reign, but to also hold you close to Me is an even greater surprise."

Sle'nel’ blushed a little, grateful for her Queen's love, “Thank you, San'lr'in'. While I never could have thought of a place such as El'fs'nd'lle, this love that you give me is even more the astonishing."

San'lr'in’ could sense that Sle'nel’ was anxious in regard to this moment, and was pleased in it, knowing that it completely removed her mind from thinking of her tortures by the Dark Sorcerer.

Sle'nel’ looked at her, “San'lr'in'? Are you not at all anxious in this moment?"

The High Queen looked surprised, “Should I be? Is this not the glorious moment in which The Realm has long awaited?"

"Yes, but we know not what will occur, in truth."

"But I do. I know that the Elves will now be restored to their rightful place in The Realm."

"Will they effect your reign?"

"Most certainly so. While they will provide continual challenges to My commands, they will also provide the strongest of loyalties. They are not easy, but are worth the strain. But enough of this. I must prepare."

Sle'nel’ was always surprised as to the physical strength of her Queen, yet thinking she was as soft as she looked. San'lr'in’ held Sle'nel’ tightly, yet in a most desirable of fashions. It was one of the reasons Sle'nel’ felt safe in this union. She touched her Queen's face gently, then kissed her.

San'lr'in’ returned the kiss fully, then stepped back slightly, “My Desire. I must remove Myself from this moment, or we will never get this procession prepared."

Sle'nel’ left San'lr'in’ to her preparations, taking the last remaining moments to prepare Mor'inl'. After the unspeakable tortures the Dark Sorcerer had inflicted on her, Sle'nel’ had begun taking greater solace in the quiet moments with the animals, especially when San'lr'in’ was otherwise engaged.

As she placed the decorations onto Mor'inl', Sam came up to her, “Good morn, our most treasured Elf. Are you prepared for this most grand of moments?"

She turned, looking into the beautiful blue eyes she had prior loved. While Sle'nel’ looked at Sam most lovingly and gently, Sam noticed that Sle'nel’ seldom smiled anymore, “Highest. Is all well?"

Like San'lr'in', Sam didn't answer the questions she thought unimportant, “I have but thought much on this moment. If, while we lived together in Woden, someone had but told me that these events were to pass in our direction, I would have thought them as most crazed. Now, here we stand at the gates of a future we couldn't have but even imagined."

Sle'nel’ nodded lightly at the comment, thinking the same. She said nothing as Sam continued, “After the moment that caused you to leave me, I but wished that we could return to our past moments in Woden. This journey has removed me far from this thinking, and now I find Woden so distantly removed from all this ... “(comma deleted) she gestured all about her with her hands, “...that I can make but little sense of anything, let alone our own roles within The Realm."

Sle'nel’ shrugged in understanding, “I gave up attempting such. It seems a useless endeavor, as you say. It would seem that The Realm knows our roles, and just leads us toward them."

Sam placed her hands on Sle'nel's shoulders, “I know that I love you, Sle'nel', and should have acted on this feeling far sooner, but I see in truth that our paths, while often verging together, are on separate journeys from this moment."

Sle'nel’ took Sam's hands into her own, holding them softly, staring at them for a moment, then looking into Sam's wonderfully blue eyes. She spoke so softly that Sam strained to hear her, “Woden needs you most desperately, Sam. I can think of no other who could lead Woden into the future it has long been denied. But I am truly pleased that I was able to spend with you what few moments we had. I think of them often, and they give me pleasure."

Sam nodded, “As do I. Often. Which causes much trouble between Uthrn and me, but that is but another tale. And this is not why I have come to you this morn. I have come to but tell you how very proud I am of you, and to tell you that I know that even if San'lr'in’ were not now your lover, I can see that I would yet but need to give you up to The Realm. This is most evident, even to me. Your role is great in this realm, and we never even knew of such. You are, at this moment, facing a future long denied to you. This is your realm, Sle'nel'. I have long prior but believed that this realm was Woden's, but in truth, this realm was for the Elves. You need to see this as truth, and to act as the Elf that The Realm now needs. You were Second of Woden, and Highest while I was but gone, and now it is your moment to be that most capable leader once again."

"Sam. I know not what to sa—"

Sam placed a finger on Sle'nel's lips, “You need say nothing, while I should have long prior said this to you. This is your role, Sle'nel'. Had the Spirit Mothers of the Falls not kidnapped you, you would have been raised to know of this role. The only difficulty you face is in the surprise and unknowingness of it. Now you must act as if this were the role you have long prior known to be correct. I cannot undo what the Dark Sorcerer did to you, but you must not allow it to dampen this moment for The Realm, you, or all the Elves prior and yet to come. Many great prior ones, perhaps more than we can but guess, hoped for this moment and tried most desperately to bring it forward. And their efforts are finally succeeding.

"All will look upon you now as one who stands apart, Sle'nel', which is but something you long wished to avoid. But it is so, and you must now see this as truth. No longer can you hide behind Woden, the Valley, or even San'lr'in'. You stand alone in this realm like no other, and you must face this, as The Realm needs you to do so. You now must embrace being the leader of the Elves until such moments when they are once again a force. If I were yet your Highest, I would command this of you. So I say this as your prior lover, and as your friend. The Realm but needs you, Sle'nel', to now step forward and take this role. You are this role, and it should be but easy for you. Many have fought to prevent this, but above all else, think only on those who have given their lives to arrive at this one moment. Many lives have been lost for this, and they gave them willingly. Never forget this part, Sle'nel', as that is one thing I have learned while being The Highest of Woden. No matter what has occurred to me, and no matter how overly difficult it is to often face Woden, many of Woden gave their lives so that peace would continue. I must lead it with this in mind, and now so must you, for The Realm."

San'lr'in’ had come to find Sle'nel', but overheard Sam speaking with her. She decided to remain apart from them, but was pleased, yet surprised, at what her sister was saying to her lover.

"All leaders fight their battles. I fought Buron, my sister has fought overly many to mention, and you have fought against the Dark Sorcerer. And we all have our prior sad memories in this regard, but we all learn to place these dark memories aside for The Realm, so that in the winning of these battles, we are yet able to keep to our roles. I am sorry for what I have done to you, and I, in the deepest of truths, am most sorry for what the Dark Sorcerer did to you. But never allow your dark thoughts and fears to command you. Command yourself, so that you can now command others. This must be so, Sle'nel', as you are the only one to make it so. Face your future, Sle'nel', as the woman I have truly come to love and admire."

San'lr'in’ placed a light spell upon herself to avoid detection, so as not to interrupt this most tender of moments between her sister and her prior lover. She was fully surprised at the depth of her sister's understanding of the situation, and was well pleased. San'lr'in’ knew that Sam was considered as a most special of Highests, but had yet to see the qualities of such, until this moment. She stood quietly, feeling surprised in her own emotions of her sister's words to Sle'nel', knowing them to be the exact words that Sle'nel’ needed to hear.

So, My sister is a great leader, indeed. My own role has done nothing but cast a shadow of doubt upon her. I will need to correct this.

Sle'nel’ couldn't see anything unusual about them, but sensed a presence. She smiled to herself at what she sensed, feeling comfort in it. After a moment of quietly looking, she drew her full attention back to Sam, not fearing the feeling of another's presence.

Sle'nel’ nodded, “You are correct, as ever prior. These words are from the same woman I loved while in Woden. The same woman who I so admired. Thank you, Sam. You give me a great gift this turn. While your words are harsh to my ears, they are correct. I never wished for this role, but neither did you or San'lr'in’ ask for your roles. And neither of you asked for the terrible battles in which you have had to engage. You are a most special friend, Sam. I will never forget this moment."

Sam stared with all her strength into Sle'nel's eyes, “I love you, Sle'nel'. I will always love you. So do this for me. Do this for The Realm. And do this for your lover. Never display your weak moments to The Realm, from this moment on. Whatever decision you make now for The Realm, know it and feel it to be but the very best decision you can make, and never look prior. My sister's only weakness is in this single act. She ever looks prior, ever rebuking herself. Do this not to yourself, as it is overly harsh. I see the toll it takes on her, even given her never-ending strength. She has her reasons, but I know you well enough to know that this would cause you more harm than good. She is trained in this fashion. You are not. Trust your instincts."

They looked at each other for a few moments, keeping their thoughts to themselves. Finally, Sam placed her hands on Sle'nel's cheeks, then kissed her lightly upon the forehead, “As you mount your horse, Sle'nel', mount her with the feeling that you are, with no doubt, and with much support from many in The Realm, truly the leader of the Elves. This is your role, Elf. Many line the path to El'fs'nd'lle, awaiting only your presence. Give them the stance they expect, this turn. And always remember, my prior lover—I am most proud of you."

San'lr'in’ shook her head ever so slightly in disbelief of her sister, but well pleased.

Sle'nel’ smiled at Sam, the first smile to her in many turns, “Thank you, Sam. You words are most wise, and most needed."

"I will watch you this turn with great pride. Enjoy the moment, as it has been long in its arrival."

She hugged Sle'nel’ to her briefly, then took her leave.

San'lr'in’ watched as Sam left, then wondered what she should do next. She wanted to be with Sle'nel', but didn't wish Sle'nel’ to know she had overheard many of Sam's words.

Sle'nel’ turned back to Mor'inl', but quietly said, “How long have you been here, my Love?"

San'lr'in’ smiled to herself, shaking her head at her own stupidity, recalling that Sle'nel’ would have easily sensed her presence. She undid the spell, then went to her lover, smiling, “Your prior lover gives you strong words to go forward with, My Desire. If she gives such words to those in Woden, then she must incite much bravery of attitude."

"It was the Sam I knew, what now feels so long prior. This is the leader of Woden."

San'lr'in’ walked up to Mor'inl', “Tell Me, great wise one. Are you ready to carry our great Elf on this greatest of moments?"

Mor'inl’ moved her head up and down, as if in answer. The High Queen smiled then turned to her lover, “I will save you from My own words, as I believe that your prior lover has provided you with the ones you most need. Yet, is there anything I might do for you, My Desire?"

Sle'nel’ stood just staring at her, confused in the moment, and confused at The Realm. She struggled against her own thoughts, then laughed lightly, “Yes. There is."

"Anything, My Desire."

"Let us get this pageantry over with quickly, my Queen. We have much left to do upon its completion. It appears that it is the moment for me to enter fully into The Realm."

"Your requests are always overly easy. Is there anything else I might do for you?"

Sle'nel’ smiled longingly, touching her hand to her lover's cheek, “You have already done it, my Queen, as ever. I could ask for nothing more."

She looked at her lover, seeing her Queen prepared in garments far different than from her usual processional ones. The High Queen stood before her fully prepared as the most intimidating of High Warrior Queens in all The Realm's long past, and was fully armed as if prepared for battle. Sle'nel’ saw that while she wore warrior garments, they were decorative ones of many colors, providing a most ceremonial effect.

"You look quite stunning, my Queen, and highly intimidating. You will invoke much fear this turn. Your garments are ever a surprise. Even in such warrior garments as these...” Sle'nel’ moved her finger down between San'lr'in's mostly exposed breasts, “...your breasts are quite displayed, as with your other garments."

The High Queen nodded, moving the Elfin collar on Sle'nel's shirt aside, “It is odd, is it not, how the cultures each have their own alluring traits. The Valley's fashion seldom provides Me with amusement, yet this Elfin collar is quite intriguing.” She bent down slightly and kissed Sle'nel's now exposed neck.

Sle'nel’ enjoyed the moment, shivering in the feeling. After the slow and sensual kiss, Sle'nel’ saw the newly painted decorations on her Queen, “You have even more drawings upon you this turn. Why is this? You never do as such in the Valley."

"Many of these drawings are from the long-prior Queens, and are meant as a display of strength. Perhaps you recall that The First High Queen first lived in Rns'deln', then moved her reign to the Valley. Rns'deln’ has for long prior used such body decorations, so they hold much meaning for all in The Realm. This one ... “, she lightly touched a finger to the drawing on her forehead, “.... is the first High Queen's sword. It is steeped in legends of great powers. The blood that drips from it provides a symbol of all the battles fought for The Realm, and of all those who have given their life to it. It is said that with this sword, the first High Queen restored peace to The Realm.

"This one ... “, she pointed to the one on the left side of her neck, “...is of the third High Queen's great battle against an opponent who was noted to be of much greater strength than she. She won the battle, but barely, and with much skill and luck. She had taken many arrows, and lay dying, yet remained resolved to the battle, never giving in to her most fatal wounds. She placed her last arrow in her bow, took careful aim on the single enemy who had done so much damage to her realm, who is said to have been now laughing at her, and sent her arrow a most impossible of distances, and so overly wounded. The aim was true, and sent with such force that as the arrow pieced fully through the heart and chest, only the feathers remained showing. The High Queen saw her mark was true, smiled, then died. The symbol is of an arrow piercing the moon, as The High Queen's shot was considered as difficult as sending an arrow to the moon."

"A sad tale, in truth. What about this one?"

Sle'nel’ was pointing to the tattooed drawing on her lover's chest. The tattooed drawing began at the base of The High Queen's neck and continued to fully just below her breasts.

"I seldom allow this one, but is the most fearsome of all."

The drawing was a complex one, displaying an eye, but an eye that had been pierced through with a large, extremely pointed, and ornate dagger. Surrounding the eye and dagger was a criss-crossed oval pattern, as if the eye were safely encased or fully imprisoned within it. The eye was fearsome looking, yet appearing that even though fully pierced, it could yet fully see. Blood dripped from both the dagger as well as the eye. The drawing was truly a work of art, as even with all this detail, the oval design appeared to be alive, with swirling movements. And it was the only one of the tattooed drawings that used full color.

"Long prior, in the sixth High Queen's reign, it is said that one of the greatest of all sorcerers lived. But she was most evil, and used her sorcery against The Realm and The High Queen. The High Queen was eventually forced to fight her in a moment when the only weapon she had was this dagger. She was losing the battle, as was to be expected against so great a sorcerer, then recalled her learnings that this sorcerer had one weak location—her eye. But The High Queen couldn't recall which eye was the one that would halt the sorcerer permanently, and like the third High Queen, had one chance only to win the battle. The legends say that this High Queen was the least skilled in the weapons, so winning against so great a sorcerer was considered as impossible by this High Queen, as she herself had few sorcerer skills. But she was chosen from a great line, and like those prior to her, had great resolve in her vows. She pulled the dagger from its sheath and placed what few powers she had fully into it. Breathing deeply, then holding her breath so her arm wouldn't shake, she took aim, guessed as to which eye, then sent the dagger to the sorcerer. The sorcerer knew that this High Queen had no abilities against her own, so saw the dagger as a mere child's toy, never even trying to halt its passage.

"Surprising to all, the High Queen's aim was true and steady, and her guess as to which eye had been correct. The dagger pierced through the eye, entering deep in the sorcerer's brain, killing her instantly. A most unexpected outcome. This High Queen had been a quiet and somewhat timid High Queen, more interested in negotiations than battle. As such, she had fully surprised those in The Realm, as she stood up firmly against this greatest of sorcerers, never flinching from her duty. This High Queen was never challenged again during her reign, as no one had ever thought it possible to win against this sorcerer."

"But what of the design? And why is this considered as the most fierce of all the designs?"

"Ah. The design. The High Queen was a most intelligent of Queens. Once the dagger hit into the sorcerer's eye, The High Queen used her own powers and called the sorcerer's powers into the dagger. As The High Queen pulled her dagger from the now dead sorcerer, all the sorcerer's powers transferred into the dagger. The High Queen carried them for the remainder of her reign, and from thereon, all were most afraid of this Queen. This is why the eye appears it yet sees, as the sorcerer's powers were yet alive."

Sle'nel’ studied the dagger drawing, nodding to the tale, “I have never seen such a weapon as this. It is almost beautiful in its design, yet fully angry looking. I wonder what happened to it."

San'lr'in’ pulled her dagger from its sheath and handed it to Sle'nel', “It is The High Queen's dagger, and is seldom worn or used. This is her dagger."

Sle'nel’ raised her eyebrows, surprised, “And the powers?"

"As you now think, they are mine. I keep them stored within the dagger, even after all these cycles."

They stood quietly for a moment while Sle'nel’ looked more carefully at the drawings, now attaching the tale to them. After a few moments, San'lr'in’ said, “I think we have kept your audience waiting long enough, Elf. It is your moment, My Desire."

Sle'nel’ nodded. She handed the dagger back to San'lr'in', and they both led their horses to the procession, “I would think you a most frightening High Queen if I didn't have the pleasure of sharing your bed."

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Ann'wn was glad when she finally saw The High Queen and Sle'nel’ arrive. She bowed her head slightly to them, then took their horses’ reigns and guided them to their location within the procession. As was typical, The High Queen was placed somewhere near the middle for greater protection. Ann'wn looked upon her Queen and the Elf, and was once again amazed at their beauty as well as their garments. And she had taken astute notice that her High Queen stood much differently in The Realm these turns, fully displaying herself as a Warrior High Queen.

Meera saw them arrive, and bowed her head to her Queen. She was to ride directly in front of her Queen, alongside Ann'wn. She noted that Sle'nel’ rode upon her horse as if she had been a horsewoman her entire lifespan, a far-different stance from when she was in Woden, and she was pleased. Like Ann'wn, she also was amazed at their garments, as well as their exceptional magnificence of appearance. And she was fully amazed at The High Queen's Warrior garments, noticing that The High Queen chose to send a strong and formidable message to The Realm as she rode fully armed.

Many armed guards, all dressed in their finest warrior garments, were lined well in front of The High Queen. After the armed guards came the guards that carried The High Queen's banners, presenting a colorful and highly ceremonial display. At a short distance behind the banners, Sle'nel’ rode alongside San'lr'in', in the middle of the procession, and in the position of honor. Slightly behind San'lr'in’ and Sle'nel’ rode Mil'der'in, with Sume’ riding alongside her. The High Priestess looked more enchanting this moment than any had ever seen of her, and Caitha thought that perhaps it was that Sume’ finally felt as part of a family. Sam followed behind Mil'der'in and her eldest sister, with Sele’ riding with her, and Uthrn’ riding alongside her. Caitha rode directly behind them, next to The Healer and Fon'elnn', and the rest of the travelers fell in line behind them.

As soon as Ann'wn had placed her Queen and Sle'nel’ into the line-up, she quickly mounted her own horse and gave a nod to her guards. The long-awaited procession finally began its final trek to the gates of El'fs'nd'lle.

As the procession finally began moving, Sle'nel’ turned to her lover, “How long prior to our arrival at the gates? I cannot see them."

"Not far. A few moments. Given the procession, and given the numbers that now await your arrival, it will take a little longer than usual, but not long. Have patience and enjoy the moment. The Realm is here at this moment for you, My Desire. The rest of us merely provide the spectacle, but it is fully you only that they have come to see this turn. This is a great, great moment in The Realm. Look about you as we travel, as you will see all the cultures here this turn. This is the greatest gathering of the communities for many prior cycles. All for you, Elf."

Sle'nel’ began to look ahead of them, trying to see the gates, but whispered to her Queen, “Then why is it I don't feel all this as necessary?"

"You were not raised as you were meant to be, so know little about how you should be feeling at this moment. If your Birth-Mother had raised you, you would know of your duty, and of all your past. Now it unfolds before you as only a surprise."

Sle'nel’ looked at San'lr'in', looking somewhat saddened, but mostly displaying only the Elfin detached look, then held out her hand to her Queen, “Here beside you, all is worth it."

The High Queen held Sle'nel's hand for a moment as they rode side-by-side, then dropped it as they arrived to all those that had waited so long to see Sle'nel', “This is your moment, Elf. Enjoy it. They are here only for you. For one of the few moments in The Realm, I am a mere decoration, only. They await your acknowledgement of them, My Desire."

Sam felt comfort in holding her daughter, “Daughter? Do you have any memories that were given to you of El'fs'nd'lle?"

Sele’ nodded her head slightly, “Some. I will have more come to me upon our arrival. Are you as excited as I am, Mother?"

"I knew nothing of The Realm, yet here we are in such a place as this. There was no imagining such as this in Woden. What is to be your role in all of this, Daughter?"

"Birth-Mother will oversee it and the Elves until they arrive to their force, then they will take-over from there. My role is to oversee all The Realm, so will take care of the Elves in this fashion, but not as Birth-Mother's role, and not as High Queen's role. My role is to be far different."

"We must speak of this one turn soon."

"Yes, Mother."

Sle'nel’ looked around, trying to acknowledge all those along the path who came to catch a glimpse of the single Elf that was to now return the Elves to the Realm. She had never seen so many differing types of Mystics as now lined the path before her. She recognized the Waifs, the Spirit Mothers, the Warriors of the Sword and the Women of the Soul, and all the other Mystic and Deep Mystic cultures she had prior met, but saw many others yet unrecognizable to her. Many held out their hands in hopes that she would honor them by touching them. Guards were fully on her side so as to prevent her from harm, but as she could, she held out her hand and touched them.

San'lr'in’ saw Erthrn and bowed her head to her slightly, acknowledging her assistance in ensuring the safety of the turn. Erthrn also bowed her head, seeing how commanding The High Queen was in her Warrior garments, then bowed her head slightly to Sle'nel'. San'lr'in’ saw that many of Erthrn's guards were all about them, fully armed and prepared for any moment. She was pleased.

"Look, My Desire. Even the animals of The Realm line the path. I have never prior seen so many of The Realm's birds as now rest in the trees."

Sle'nel’ looked to where her Queen was indicating, seeing that many animals, as The High Queen had said, were indeed all around them, yet remaining a distance away from the Mystics now lining the path.

"All these surely couldn't just be here to welcome the return of the Elves to The Realm."

San'lr'in’ nodded, “Most certain, Elf. This is truth. Many of The Realm's tales include the Elves. Many of the future tales also include the Elves. All of us now in The Realm live in a most unusual moment, as no Elves have been about, yet stand out in most of The Realm's tales. It is like they are yet here, but not. And while those in The Realm hear of the Elves upon most turns, it has been long prior since the Elves have been seen. For many cycles, only a few Elves remained to complete their final tasks for this moment's preparations, but were not highly visible throughout The Realm. So these Mystics now about you come to look upon you, as it reminds them of who is yet to come."

Sle'nel’ nodded her head to Erthrn'; nodded as she passed by the Queen of the Mer'den'sngs, and Ersh'delrin', Queen of the Mystics of the Winds, and many others.

"How did they know to come, at this moment?"

"El'fs'nd'lle has begun to send out its signals. They could feel the change in the winds."

"This surely is not possible."

"It is truth, Elf. Most certain. Upon the moment that you received the key to El'fs'nd'lle', the change was felt throughout The Realm. And as others saw who was coming, they also came. How else could you explain this?"

"But there are overly many. This is more than I have ever prior seen. This is far more than any I have seen prior, combined."

San'lr'in’ nodded, also amazed at the numbers now about them, “Hundreds and hundreds, My Elf. For you. For The Realm. One of My sacred vows has finally been achieved. It finally comes forward. And all those about us sense this is so."

Sle'nel’ looked at her with her head cocked slightly to its side, and a slight smile, “I hope there are not overly many of these sacred vows, my Love. This could become quite challenging."

* * * *

After many moments of riding along the processional path, The High Queen made a slight motion to Sle'nel', “There is your gate, My Desire. We finally arrive."

Sle'nel’ looked to where her Queen was indicating, and became amazed. She had memories of them, but her memories hadn't shown her their magnificence.

"We should have spoken of this sooner, My Elf, but I can only assume that you know what to do once we are at the gate."

Sle'nel's eyes opened widely, as if in surprise, “Open it, of course. Why? Is there something else I should know?"

San'lr'in’ rolled her eyes in dismay, “Perhaps it will come to you once this first task is completed."

"I assume we enter. Is there something else I should do?"

San'lr'in’ laughed lightly, not fully displaying it to the crowds about them, “I suppose that we must now place our trust in the prior Elves, hoping that they will guide you through this moment."

Sle'nel’ didn't smile, but looked at her Queen out of the side of her eyes now, “Now you tell me of this, my Love?"

"As throughout our journey, all remains as a surprise. My teachers often told Me that much of what I was to do was to face the challenge at the moment, understanding that while we can be prepared for many things, most of what we face will be that in which we are unprepared."

"Will all these now about us also enter into El'fs'nd'lle'?"

The High Queen shook her head in bewilderment, “I was hoping you would know this answer. Now we can only assume that your prior Elves will give us the answers to all our questions, in this regard."

"And what if they don't?"

The High Queen smiled knowingly, “We will act as if they do, of course."

Sle'nel’ also smiled, realizing that her lover was correct. They would merely have to improvise as necessary, “Of course, my Queen."

They finally arrived at the gate, seeing that it was magnificent and beyond comparison to anything she had prior seen, and fully preventing all harm. Sle'nel’ and The High Queen waited upon their horses as Ann'wn and Meera moved the crowd away so as to allow room for Sle'nel’ to do as she needed. When Ann'wn was satisfied that there were enough guards to keep Sle'nel’ and The High Queen safe, Sle'nel’ and San'lr'in’ dismounted. Sle'nel’ looked at the gate now before her, bowing her head for a moment.

"Is all well, my Elf?"

She looked at her lover, “There is another gate. Far further down the path."

The High Queen nodded, “Yes, this is so. After this one is opened, we will have to remount and ride down into the valley. I would guess that all now present will follow you to the next gate, and it is from there that they will not be allowed further entrance into El'fs'nd'lle'."

"At least we have one question answered."

"Indeed."

Sle'nel’ walked up to the gate and placed her hand upon it. She felt it for a moment, as was somehow directed of her, then turned back to San'lr'in', “Sele’ needs to be here for this moment. She needs to learn of this."

The High Queen nodded to Ann'wn to do as such, as Sle'nel’ didn't speak much to others upon these turns, yet reserved and withdrawn from her moments with the Dark Sorcerer.

As Sele’ arrived, she bowed her head, “Birth-Mother. High Queen. I am here at your bidding."

"Remain watchful this turn, Birth-daughter. You are part Elf and need know of these things."

Sle'nel’ looked at her lover, “This is the moment. Are we prepared?"

San'lr'in’ nodded, smiling softly, “I have waited long for this moment."

Sle'nel’ turned back to the gate, once again placing her hand upon it. She could feel the force field that had so long protected El'fs'nd'lle from harm. She bowed her head for a moment, wondering, sensing another's presence. Hearing breathing close to her, she looked up, only to see that no one was close to her.

As she wondered what she must now do, she heard a voice, Open the gate, High Sorcerer. Have no fear in this. I will guide you from this moment.

Looking confused, she searched about her, seeing that none heard the voice.

San'lr'in’ saw her confusion, then sensed into her thoughts, finding that Sle'nel’ heard something. She looked down at Sele', who was holding her hand, “Can you hear what your Birth-Mother now hears, Young One?"

Sele’ looked up at her, “No, my Queen. I would need my powers to do as such. But it does look like she is listening to someone, or something."

Sle'nel’ looks around, “How?"

Just open it. It will respond to your touch.

"But the key? Will I not nee—"

The key is needed at the second gate only. Open the gate, Great Elf. It will respond fully to your touch.

The voice was unknown to Sle'nel', but she sensed the presence to be friendly, so had no fear. She placed her hand on the gate's latch, slowly pulling it back. As vowed, the gate responded to her touch, easily so, swinging open slowly with a great loud creaking. As they opened, The High Queen noticed cooler air arising from the Elfin valley far below, surprised that the gate held in even the cooler Elfin valley air. The overly large crowd cheered loudly, now seeing that the long-awaited vow was to finally come to its completion.

Sle'nel’ looked surprised once again, thinking this as overly simple. She turned to her Queen, “It appears to be open. It would seem we should continue to the next gate."

Sle'nel’ and San'lr'in’ remounted their horses, then signaled Ann'wn to follow. At this moment, Ann'wn knew that there was little need to provide protection to The High Queen from the front. She positioned all the guards behind them, then signaled to all those who had lined the path to also follow.

As everyone passed through the first gate to El'fs'nd'lle, they were given their first glimpse into its valley, far below. El'fs'nd'lle sat fully in a valley, surrounded by massive mountains on all sides. The procession began its journey from a pass between the great mountains, and most had thought that their journey would be directly into a valley, instead of down the steep path they now faced. As many as they now numbered, when viewing the scene from across the Elfin valley, they appeared only as ants descending a steep hill. The path was well built, however, and provided little challenge, but only two could ride side-by-side.

Sele’ now traveled with Sle'nel', and was surprised at having no memory given to her of this strange path. Sle'nel’ looked down and saw that the path was one long switch-back after another, all the way down into the valley.

Sele’ looked across the valley, looking for another entrance, “A good design, as I see no other entrance into this valley. Their enemies would meet certain death coming this way."

Sle'nel’ placed her hand on Sele's head, brushing through her hair absent-mindedly, “There is another way, but it is a secret passage that cannot be shown to others."

Sele’ was surprised, “Why is it that I know not of it?"

"I know not. Perhaps our High Queen would know of such."

The High Queen nodded, then answered, as she gazed down into El'fs'nd'lle, “I would guess that El'fs'nd'lle would first ensure that you have come fully and willingly into The Realm before such knowledge is given to you. It is one of their greatest secrets."

"Do you know of the other passage, Great High Queen?"

She looked at Sele', then at Sle'nel', raising an eyebrow, but said nothing.

As Meera looked down into the El'fs'nd'lle valley, she could begin to see the town that occupied much of it, surprised at its beauty and expanse. All the buildings were sparkling white, outlined by short rock walls along all the flat-stoned paths, for sitting. She saw that every clump of white buildings surrounded its own courtyard area, as if each cluster subsisted of one particular family or grouping. Even after this many cycles of no care, the city looked as if it were resting only, as there was no sign of decay.

Caitha saw that three rivers ran through the valley, each lined by clusters of shining white rock-formed dwellings. Unlike the Valley, the Elfin valley was mostly a narrow one, with the dwellings pushed up along the north mountainside, some even built up into the ledges. Along the southern mountainside, many tall waterfalls dropped from their mountaintop sources into the river that ran below. Because the dwellings had been built alongside the mountains and between the rivers, many small and enchanting bridges had been built between the stone walkways to provide access throughout the entire town.

The procession wound its way slowly down into the Elfin valley, long switchback by long switchback. With the completion of each one, the journeyers became more awed as they neared the town.

"Does this reside in your memories that were given to you, My Desire?"

Sle'nel’ nodded, “As we near, it becomes familiar. Yet, it is quite stunning, and looks as if all those who lived here were merely resting."

"And it looks peaceful."

Sle'nel’ looked at her growing Birth-daughter, who now looked to be about seven to eight cycles, “It is peaceful, as it has been well protected.” She looked back to San'lr'in', “Did they ever have a battle within this valley?"

"Many, but far long prior, before they sealed off the ancient entrance and built this one. There have been no battles within this valley since this passage was built. It would be certain death to attack from this direction."

Ann'wn had never prior been to El'fs'nd'lle, and was awed by its splendor. She turned to her lover, who now rode beside her, “All this magnificence, yet it lies empty."

The Healer disagreed, “I think not, Lover. I think they just sleep, waiting to be woken."

"Sleeping? How could this be so? All these cycles? Only a few Elves have been in The Realm for long prior cycles. It has been many, many cycles since all the Elves lived in The Realm. And they are all gone, now. Long past dead."

"Willing to wager on this, Lover?"

Ann'wn blushed, but smiled, “It would depend on the wager, most wondrous Healer."

As late after midturn approached, they finished the switchbacks and made their way to the gate. The second gate had been in their view for the prior three switchbacks, and all looked upon it in full disbelief as to its size. If any enemy were to have found a way to successfully complete the switchbacks, the gate would certainly hold them forever away from the city. It stood nearly the size of seven tall trees, and was embedded firmly into solid rock, as if it had been of the boulder itself. There were no known weapons in The Realm that could take down such a gate.

Everyone dismounted, and Sle'nel’ walked to the gate, Can you feel El'fs'nd'lle, High Sorcerer? It shakes in its excitement.

She recognized the unknown and unspeaking Elfin voice from the first gate, “Feel it? How?"

Sense it, High Sorcerer. You have the memories to do as such.

She placed her hand upon the gate, sensing the energy it sent out. She turned back to San'lr'in', “It is as if it is alive."

The unknown voice spoke its own truth and excitement, It is.

San'lr'in’ nodded, “It is. It is filled with sorcery for such."

Sle'nel’ heard both the responses, and looked about once again, “Who are you?"

All will be explained to you soon. Open the gates, High Sorcerer. All await this moment. Use the key you have been given.

Sle'nel’ stood with head bowed before the gate. As if chanting a spell, she gave the key that had been given to her by the Deep Mystics what now seemed so long prior. Spell by spell, she recited the key, taking the long moments necessary for such.

The High Queen bowed her head, closed her eyes and gave a deep sigh of relief, We have brought the Elf safely to El'fs'nd'lle.

"One of your sacred vows has been accomplished, my Queen."

She opened her eyes and turned to the familiar and ever-welcomed voice, “Erthrn. I can think of no other who I would rather be at My side upon this occasion. This is a great moment for The Realm, and we have finally brought the Elf safely to the task."

Erthrn placed a hand on her Queen's shoulder, something that wasn't permitted, but knowing it was allowed by her, “You have done well, my friend. If you accomplish no other, this vow is the greatest of them all."

San'lr'in’ smiled, but with a twinkle in her eyes, “I have just begun, Erthrn. Together, we will finally accomplish these vows."

Erthrn was pleased, “I am proud to serve such as you, San'lr'in'thel'ineln'.

After many moments, Sle'nel’ raised up her staff, sending the final spell. As she finished, the gate visibly shivered, then opened slowly, as if greatly aged and rusted. The moment was breathtaking for every journeyer now present, and not a sound could be heard among them as they watched the gates open in great anticipation.

"My Queen."

San'lr'in’ turned to the voice, seeing Ann'wn kneeling, with head bowed, “Rise, Force Leader. Tell Me."

"Who is welcomed inside, my Queen?"

San'lr'in’ turned back toward El'fs'nd'lle, “All our guards, and all of Erthrn's forces, should she desire as such, and the Deep Mystics, but no other. The remainder will have to wait outside the gate of El'fs'nd'lle until the moment the Elfin Faeries finally return to The Realm. This is their decision to make. Until then, we guard it from harm."

"Yes, my Queen."

"Oh, and Force Leader."

"My Queen?"

"I leave our safety in your hands, as My attentions will be elsewhere. It is up to you to tend to the details. The pasture for the horses is clear, and you can place the guards in the various dwellings that the Elf ignores."

"Please consider it as so, my Queen. You and the Elf will be safe. Have no concern over the details. Your High Counselor and I will ensure all is well and that the meals will occur as needed."

She examined Ann'wn for a moment, seeing a Force Leader she hoped would never die in battle. She placed her hand gently upon Ann'wn's cheek, “You have done well, Force Leader. You have brought us safely to El'fs'nd'lle. All The Realm will now look upon you as the greatest Force Leader ever, as this was no small task.” She paused at the thought, then laughed quietly, “Indeed, this has been a most monumental of tasks. I am well pleased. You will rise in rank upon our return to the Valley. Tell Me of your needs upon our return, and I will make them so.” She removed her hand, “And know this, Force Leader—I cannot do without you. Please see to this, and place not yourself directly into the face of danger without sure cause."

Ann'wn blushed, “Yes, Highness. Thank you, my Queen. I am honored. With your leave, I will tend to my duties, Highness."

"You have My leave, Force Leader."

San'lr'in’ walked up to Sle'nel', placing her hand on her shoulder, “Why do you hesitate?"

Sle'nel’ shivered, surprised, “All is well. I just gather myself for the moment. Enter by my side, my Love?"

She nodded, seeing how small her Elf was, amazed at her willingness to face whatever came to her, “Of course, My Desire. If this is your wish, it is a small enough request, but are you certain? This is your moment, not mine."

Sle'nel’ placed her arm through her Queen's, feeling safe in doing so, “If I were without you, I would merely stand in this spot until eternity passed, as this is taking all my strength, even with you."

She looked at the gate one last moment, then, with San'lr'in’ at her side, she took a deep breath and walked through the gate, entering the path that led straight into the town. As she passed the gate, she felt a strong presence, then once again heard breathing. Suddenly, while seeing nothing, she could hear someone walking alongside her.

"Do you hear anything, my Queen?"

San'lr'in’ shook her head, “No. What do you hear, My Desire?"

"Breathing. Not yours. And the sounds of someone walking alongside me. Not you.” She continued to hear something, like someone breathing and walking alongside her, but saw nothing.

We welcome you home, High Sorcerer. We have waited long for this moment. Continue down the path to the dwellings near the great reflective pool. You know the path well.

"Where do we head, Elf?"

"To a reflective pool."

"Who is directing you?"

"I know not. A voice."

San'lr'in’ looked around, trying to sense the voice that Sle'nel’ was hearing, but could sense nothing. “Do you recognize this voice?"

Sle'nel’ shook her head, unknowingly walking the Elfin path to the great reflecting pool, “No. But how would I?"

"It has been long prior since I have been inside this great town. Yet it is as if nothing has changed."

They passed by a single building, an unusual feature within the town, as everything else seemed connected. Do you recall this dwelling, High Sorcerer?

She studied it for a moment, “I know I have been there.” She studied it a few more moments, “It is the Elfin library."

San'lr'in’ nodded, “It is, but how did you know this, My Elf?"

Good. You do recall it.

"Should I enter it?"

Not yet. You will visit it later. Keep going down the path.

They followed the main path as it followed the largest of the three rivers, and as it wound through the main part of the town. Sle'nel’ looked at each dwelling, trying to recall who it might belong to, but found that she knew little about the details. But she did seem to know where she was heading.

They walked past many empty complexes, amazed at their openness. As she looked inside, Sle'nel’ saw that they were primarily circular structures with the enclosed rooms only toward the center, the rest remaining open in the fashion of roofed and partially enclosed patios. Some were nearer the mountains, and thus the waterfalls, while the remainder of the dwellings were near the rivers, but all were within the sound, smells, and sight of water.

"Their town looks quite advanced as compared to the few others in The Realm I have seen."

"Yet they are among the oldest in The Realm. It is enchanting, though."

After a few moments of walking the widest of the paths, Sle'nel’ turned onto a smaller one, following it to the edge of a steep mountainside. They arrived to the Great Reflecting Pool after a moment, stunned in its peaceful yet spectacular appearance.

"It is as glass, or a mirror. And it is quite large. Look. It reflects everything around it."

It does much more, Elf. Can you recall its purpose?

San'lr'in’ was looking at the pool, recalling her own memories of it, “Your Mother once told Me that it reflected all of The Realm, if one were able to look closely into the bottom of it."

Sle'nel’ tried to recover the memory, then did, “I do recall it! My Mother was its keeper. It was said that she could see the future of The Realm in this pool, as well as all its past. Perhaps I should see if the staff knows the spell for such."

Later, Elf. For now, enter into the dwelling behind you.

"Perhaps we should tend to this later, My Desire?"

Sle'nel’ laughed softly, amused that the voice as well as her lover always seemed to be responding in the same fashion, and at the same moment, “You are correct, my Love."

They turned to the dwelling, seeing that it was one of the more isolated structures, with no complex surrounding it, “My Mother's dwelling."

"Were you given this memory?'

She nodded, “Yes. Since she was keeper of the Great Reflecting Pool, she was given this dwelling, as it was close to it. I have memories of her and Birth-Mother in this dwelling."

They entered the small dwelling, a usual Elfin design consisting of one bedroom, a small kitchen, and a sitting room. The Elves had designed most of their dwellings for living on the outside, while the inside remained functional only. The furniture was of the same purpose as others throughout The Realm, but of different designs. Most of the beds in The Realm that Sle'nel’ had prior seen were raised slightly away from the ground. Her Mother's bed was soft looking, but sat upon the floor, much like The High Queen and Sle'nel's bed during their journeys. There was one set of wooden shelves for personal belongings, instead of a piece of furniture with drawers, as Sle'nel’ was more used to in Woden. Even the table, while of the same purpose, was without long legs, and pillows upon the ground were used instead of chairs. And the dwelling was white throughout, all the fabrics were off-white, and what little furniture was about was of a light-colored wood.

"What are your thoughts, My Desire."

She startled at the voice, taken away abruptly from her thoughts. “I was just thinking how very simple her dwelling is, unless some of her belongings were removed."

"Enter into the kitchen, High Sorcerer. We have much to discuss.” San'lr'in’ heard the voice for the first moment, as it spoke aloud, “High Queen, your presence is requested. Please go to the porch, if you would grant this request."

Sle'nel’ touched San'lr'in's hand for a moment, squeezing it gently, looked at her intently, then left. San'lr'in’ watched her go to her duty, then exited the dwelling, wondering what, or who, waited for her.

"San'lr'in'thel'ineln'! Great High Queen. You finally have come. The legends were correct. You have done as predicted. You have returned my daughter to me, and you are now returning the Elves to The Realm. I am truly grateful. You are as a daughter to me. A great, great daughter. I always knew that you would be the greatest of The High Queens. I saw it in your eyes.

San'lr'in’ heard the voice, and although well astonished, recognized it, “Great Master Teacher, I am honored. The Realm and I have long missed your great presence.” She was well surprised that her Teacher was yet in The Realm.

It is I who am well honored this turn, Great High Queen. You have provided for this moment, as was told you would, but I am truly sorry at the great cost it has taken. Truly sorry. So many deaths. So much battle. I can sense that it has been most hard on you.

San'lr'in’ sighed, “I have been told that it is the nature of The Realm."

Then you must continue in your efforts to change this nature. But enough of this. I have few enough moments left, even as a spirit, but I will now gladly exit this Realm knowing that our plans and hopes will now be achieved.

"Are you so certain she will be able to return the Elves to The Realm?"

It will occur, High Queen. Have no fear in this regard.

"Then I am honored to have had such a role in this Realm. And I am well pleased that the Elves will finally return to their rightful place.

It is I who am honored, my most valued student. You have returned my daughter to me. I am lucky in that I have been allowed to know that you have been a great success in this realm, and that Sle'nel’ has been returned to The Realm through your efforts. I was well angered to learn that the Spirit Mothers’ interfered once again. Be watchful of their desires, Great One. They are more involved in tricks than spells.

"Yes, Teacher. I will attend to your words.” She sat down on a nearby bench.

We have something in which to attend, High Queen. You have recently defeated the Dark Sorcerer. Is this not correct?

"It is correct, as you say."

And you broke his staff of spells?

"I did as such, then had it burnt. But it is a surprise to Me that this tale traveled so quickly as this."

I assume that you captured the spells, prior to breaking the staff. Is this also correct?

The High Queen was again surprised, “I know not how you know of such, but it is truth. As I held the staff, I secretly transferred its powers."

Your powers must indeed be great these turns, to do as such so quickly and quietly. It was just a guess on my part, but given your knowledge of the powers, I know that you wouldn't wish to lose these powers for The Realm.

"My powers are strong, as you say."

This is good. Do you intend to use the sorcerer's spells and keep them for your own, as is your right?

"This was never My intention. I have wondered whether I should restore all the sorcery to Sle'nel's staff, yet I also have the sixth High Queen's dagger, and it also contains much sorcery. I have no need of sorcerer's powers, but wish them not to be used against The Realm. And our current High Wizard Sorcerer is not such as you were, Great Teacher. Now that Sle'nel’ is High Sorcerer, My thoughts have once again moved to returning these spells to The Realm."

This is good, as we now need to move these powers into her staff. Are you able to do as such?

San'lr'in’ rose, “I can do this, if the staff is as strong as this."

It is the strongest staff ever prior made, and will hold twice this many, if given the opportunity. Strange, is it not, that all these powers that we now unite have not been united since The First High Queen's moments.

"D'klr'dil was the one to unite all the sorcerer's spells, Teacher."

Ah, D'klr'dil. Is she yet around?

"She is. I have just learned of this tale of her."

A sad tale, indeed. In my moments as High Wizard Sorcerer, I often tried to change her back to her Mystic form. But alas, to no avail. It is my guess, however, that with the amazing powers you now hold, there might be a small hope. You might consider this in your future moments.

"I will do as such, Teacher."

But now, we must transfer these two Dark Sorcerer's powers into the High Wizard's staff.

"Is Sle'nel’ prepared for such powers as these?"

With you by her side, she will find her way. She is an Elf, High Queen, so will not succumb to these dark powers.

Sle'nel’ came through the front door to the porch, having been directed to do as such by her own guide, “My Love, you called for me?"

San'lr'in’ looked toward her and held out her hand, “There is someone you must meet, My Desire."

Sle'nel’ took her hand and looked around, puzzled, “Meet? I see no one."

My Daughter. At long last we are arrived back together.

Sle'nel’ paused, then hesitantly asked, “...Mother?" * * * *

Sle'nel’ recognized her mother's voice from her memories. It was as engrained in her mind as was Woden, and as soothing and peaceful as her lover's glance. But the fully unexpected sound of the voice startled her.

Yes, my Daughter. At least in spirit.

"How can this be so? I hold the memory of your funeral."

It is a long tale, best left for another moment, but it is now managed in that we gave up a portion of our lifespans so that this could be so.

"I cannot see you."

No, and I am sorry for this. There was a slight pause, then Is'en'nel, Sle'nel's mother, continued, My daughter. Truly we have placed much upon you, and with you stolen from The Realm for overly many turns as this, the burden is even greater, but what and who we are as a race lies now fully upon your shoulders.

Sle'nel’ and San'lr'in’ heard a sigh, then the voice continued, I wish I could hold you, and show you of your spells, and what you can do with them. But this is now for you to find, and I know you will do so. But we must be content in this, as no matter how little it seems, it took much on our parts to provide even this. And sadly, we must proceed in what must now be completed, as much is left prior to the Elves return, and many of our moments pass quickly.

Sle'nel’ became angered, “Am I to meet you as I met Birth-Mother, then? As quickly as this, then you leave? How fair is this?"

It is not fair, but my love for you will have to provide the strength and support you need, that and the love of this great High Queen who stands beside you. Be strong, Daughter, as many rely upon you. I am truly saddened that I have been unable to give you the lessons that would have made this task all the less burdensome. But you will find your way, as your path has just begun.

The voice sounded as if it held an eternity of patience.

Sle'nel’ lowered her head for a moment, thinking, “Yes. I have been given the greatest of loves. Yet while it makes it the easier, it doesn't make it the more fair."

Suddenly, Sle'nel’ could feel her Mother's presence, as Is'en'nel moved her spirit next to her, speaking aloud, but softly, close to her ear, “I love you greatly, Daughter."

Sle'nel’ gasped, “I can sense your smell. I now recall this smell.” Sle'nel’ moved her hand to her cheek, touching it, “And I can feel your touch upon my cheek."

Is'en'nel’ was pleased, as she had spent much effort to bring her daughter's memories of her very earliest moments back to her. “I wish that I could hold you, but this will have to do. As sad as it is for you, it provides me with great joy to see you so grown as this. I sense greatness in you, Sle'nel'. You will provide the strength, courage, and ability finally to return our Elves. But I must move us forward in this moment, as we have much to do. First, go to the Great Reflecting Pool. I will guide you from there."

Sle'nel’ and San'lr'in’ walked to the reflecting pool, then waited.

"Retrieve your sword, Daughter, as you saw me do upon one moment in your youngest of cycles. This memory was given to you."

Sle'nel’ looked at her lover for a quick moment, then walked knee-high into the reflecting pool. Feeling inadequate, she struggled to do as her mother bid, “I am Sle'nel', the High Sorcerer of The Realm, the Healer of Hearts, and the daughter of Is'en'nel'. I call the High Wizard Sorcerer's sword to me, in the name of The Realm, and in the name of all the Elves."

There was no sound in return, but after a few moments, ripples began to occur in the reflecting pool. Magically, an image appeared near her, deep within the water. Sle'nel’ watched as the image unfolded before her, watching as it turned into the magically bright and shiny Elfin sword. Without fanfare or fear, she reached her hand into the pool, grasped the hilt of the sword, and pulled it out.

Holding it before her, she saw that its hilt had been forged into the most intricate pattern, like metal lacings. She touched the shiny sword, amazed at its strength and brightness. Never prior had she seen such a sword as this. Nowhere in The Realm did such a metal exist. She stared at the blade, seeing her image reflect in it as clearly as her image reflected in the pool.

"It is the great Elfin sword from eons past, Daughter, and the sword of the High Wizard Sorcerer. It is not of this Realm, but from long prior, before the Elves came here. It is forged like no other, and is stronger than all others. But light, like the step of an Elf. And it contains powers of its own, making a skilled swordswoman all the more improved. Carry it proudly, Sle'nel', as it is from a long, long prior line, cycles beyond counting. This was my sword, and is now yours."

Sle'nel’ marveled in its feel, sensing its strength, and sensing the powers that lay deeply within it. She held it in her left hand, astounded that it felt at home in her grasp.

"Now come and stand near your lover.” The voice halted for a moment as Sle'nel’ returned, then spoke again, “High Queen, you must now place the sorcerer's powers within your High Queen's sword."

San'lr'in’ nodded as she took the great red stone from its pouch. Bowing her head, she whispered a long unused chant, causing the red stone to remain in the air on its own. She removed her sheathed sword and whispered yet another chant, holding the sword out next to the great red stone. Suddenly, she moved the sword back away from the red stone, then quickly brought it with great force to it, hitting it solidly. She held the sword firmly against the red stone, allowing the sorcerer's powers to move from it into the sword. Great sparks of red escaped quickly from the red stone, making the sounds of lightning strikes hitting the ground.

When no more sparks or sounds emerged from the red stone, she placed a hand underneath it, and once again whispered a chant. As the red stone was released from the spell, it fell into her hand. She replaced it into its pouch, then removed her dagger from its sheath. As with the red stone, she gave a spell so that it remained in the air on its own, as she slightly touched the red stone. She gave another chant, now transferring the sorcerer's powers from the dagger into her High Queen's sword.

Sle'nel’ watched in fascination, ever amazed at the vast amount of powers, sorcery and knowledge of her lover.

Resheathing her dagger, The High Queen said to the wind, “It is done. All the sorcerer powers I have saved for The Realm are now in The High Queen's sword."

Is'en'nel’ replied, Well done, High Queen. Daughter, remove your sword and do as your High Queen now commands of you.

She did as her mother said, then looked at her lover. San'lr'in’ touched her sword to Sle'nel's, “Do you recall what I commanded of your prior lover at the foot of the tunnels?"

She nodded, “You had her meet your sword fully, as if in combat."

"Mostly this. But as the swords fully meet, they must be held together until the spells are transferred. This is not an easy trick, Elf, and will require much strength of mind, as the transfer will cause some pain."

"And to you, as well?"

The question was ignored, “You must strike My sword fully, Elf. With no fear. Are you able to do this?"

"No. I can sense the strength in my sword. I know not if it will harm you."

"Your sword will not cause Me harm. You must trust Me. I know of no other way to transfer all these spells in so short a moment as this. If we had more turns, we could do as such with no pain, but you must trust Me, Elf."

Sle'nel’ sighed, “There are moments in this Realm that seem most unfair."

Quietly, The High Queen sent her thoughts to her Teacher, Call My Healer to Me, Teacher. I will have great need of her in a few moments.

Consider it done, High Queen.

They both raised their swords, as San'lr'in’ repeated, “With all your force, but without allowing them to move apart. Hold them firmly together. This is the essential moment. They will desire to move apart, and we cannot allow for such."

Sle'nel’ nodded, “Upon your command, Lover."

San'lr'in’ looked deeply into Sle'nel's eyes, then at their swords, “Now."

The clash as the swords hit rang throughout the Elfin valley. Sparks flew from the swords as if they were creating lightning. And pain rang swiftly throughout San'lr'in's body, as she used her powers to remove most of it from her lover.

Holding the swords tightly together, Sle'nel’ could feel some pain, but could also see that her Queen had somehow taken the burden of it into herself. She saw that her Queen was gritting her teeth, and grimacing tightly against the pain that now rocked through her body. Sle'nel’ wanted to scream out to prevent it, and wanted desperately to remove her sword and halt the transfer, but knew that her Queen couldn't go through this yet again. So she remained firm, but concerned and upset.

When the sparks finally halted, The High Queen dropped her sword and doubled over, barely able to stand. By this moment, The Healer had arrived and went quickly to her Queen's side, “Quickly, High One. Allow me to help you enter your first meditation."

She placed her hands on her Queen's head, “Focus. Breathe. Concentrate upon your breathing."

The High Queen struggled, wanting to scream out against the great pain deep inside her, but did as her Healer commanded, Breathe. Hear your breathing. Hear your heart.

What felt like eternity for her, The High Queen finally entered into her first meditation, slightly removing herself from the pain, then allowing The Healer to take over, “Hear your heart. Feel it beat in your chest. Hear yourself breathe. Only this."

The Healer worked quickly to remove the main part of the pain, then said, “Move into your second meditation, High One."

After a few more moments, The Healer felt that much of the pain had been removed, then began to move The High Queen back into The Realm.

"Hear my voice, High One. Come to my voice."

Finally, San'lr'in’ re-entered The Realm, raising her head slowly, yet feeling some slight pain, but vastly improved. She re-focused, then looked at her Healer, “As ever Healer, I am in your debt. Thank you."

The Healer smiled gently upon her, “You have no need to thank me, High One. It is The Realm that should thank you for what you give to it. I can sense that you are yet with pain. Shall we continue to remove more of it, or can you manage?"

San'lr'in’ moved her body slowly for a moment, then shook her head, “I can tend to it later."

She went to Sle'nel', who was now standing slightly apart, and somewhat angered, “Why did you do as such? I could have taken more of the pain. You took my share. This is not fair."

San'lr'in’ smiled a wicked smile, also slightly leering at her Elf, “Surely you must know that I would never willingly place you with any pain. I aim to give you pleasure, only."

Sle'nel’ blushed, “Halt this! You make me to laugh, yet I am most angered with you."

"Then take it out on Me, Elf.” And she kissed her most desirously and strongly, making her lover return the strength of the kiss.

Sle'nel’ pulled away after a moment, laughing, “You are wicked."

San'lr'in’ laughed also, then said, “Now you must place these spells into your staff. Do you know how to do as such?"

"Into my staff? But why?"

"This will be the first moment in all The Realm since D'klr'dil and The First High Queen that this much sorcery will be reunited into one place. Your staff, My Desire, is the only weapon that can hold all these spells, and you are the only one to be able to hold them well away from the dark powers."

"Have I not enough, already? Even now, I couldn't possibly use it all."

"Perhaps, but it is not for you to say. You are the High Sorcerer, the keeper of the sorcery. It is your role, Elf. Yet, even as much sorcery as this, it is not all of it."

"Life was certainly much simpler in Woden. What do I now need to do?'

Her mother spoke, “You now must cause your staff to remain suspended, in the same fashion as your lover did with her dagger and red stone."

Sle'nel’ nodded, asking her staff the spell to do as such. After reading it and memorizing it, she gave the spell for it to do so. Surprised, Sle'nel’ saw that her staff remained fully in the air, on its own.

"Now you must bring your sword down upon it with all your strength. All your strength, Daughter, holding it there as you did with your lover's sword."

"It will break the staff. It is made of wood, only. This sword will most certainly break it in half."

"Trust the spell, Daughter. This will not occur."

In a feat of great trust, Sle'nel’ brought her newly acquired Elfin sword down with all her force upon the staff, using all the sword's strength and sharpness against it. Even as she did as such, Sle'nel’ believed the staff would most certainly break. But as the sword met the staff, and as Sle'nel’ held the sword tightly connected to the staff, she saw that its strength held, and watched as small lightning rods flew out of the sword.

For the first moment in many long prior cycles, most of the sorcerer's powers were together once more, rejoined and unified. She dropped her sword, then gave a quick chant, releasing the staff from its spell, holding out her hand to catch it. As Sle'nel’ began to fall to the ground from the pain, she took quick note that neither the sword or the staff were damaged, but noticed that the staff felt far heavier.

The Healer and San'lr'in’ helped removed Sle'nel's pain.

"It is enough for this turn. In the morn, we will begin the task of returning our Elves to The Realm. Rest well this eve, Daughter."

Sle'nel’ hadn't released her staff since the transfer of powers. She held it out to her lover, “Feel its weight."

San'lr'in’ looked at her quizzically, taking the staff hesitantly. As she did so, she felt the difference in the weight, “I had never expected as such. Most amazing to think that spells weigh as much as this.” But she also felt something else. Something overly dark that left her wondering. A feeling she had also felt just the prior morn.

She handed it quickly back to Sle'nel', never wishing to bring such a thing to her if it could be avoided. She shivered lightly at the knowledge that some unknown power was trying to make contact with her, through the sorcery spells, and she wished well to avoid them. Closing her eyes, she wished she hadn't felt yet another dreaded sense of deep foreboding.

Will these dark moments never end?

* * * *

Ann'wn had provided quick order to the turn's tasks, allowing her forces some relief from their long journey, while they all took turns at the various camp needs. She also allowed her forces to rest in the Elves’ dwellings during the remainder of their visit, and her forces were well pleased and grateful.

Refreshing themselves after what seemed an eternity of traveling and sleeping upon the dirt, everyone helped to prepare a feast for their first eve's meal in El'fs'nd'lle. Sle'nel’ sat next to her lover, as San'lr'in’ sat at the head. This eve, The High Queen had asked that her elder sister sit at the other end of the table, with Erthrn near her, in hopes that Sume’ would find herself desirous of her.

Much music, food and merriment occurred throughout the eve. Sam was sitting on the other side of Sle'nel', while Uthrn was off challenging others to contests. Sam was grateful for the reprieve, yet wondering how to inform Uthrn that their moments together were no longer pleasing. The Healer was sitting next to her Queen, with Ann'wn on her other side. And Mil'der'in and Fon'elnn’ sat in the middle of the table, entertaining the Deep Mystics.

San'lr'in', as was her usual, observed the events, moving in and out of conversations casually, mostly without thinking, often amused by them. Mil'der'in would make a most excellent Queen of The Valley. Why does she not wish this role?

She saw that Roen and Ern'seln’ were yet shy, but becoming bolder with each other, now holding hands and whispering often to each other. She saw them giggling, wondering if she had ever prior done as such.

Sle'nel’ had also seen Roen and Ern'seln's growing need of each other, “I think that it is perhaps the moment that we move Sele’ to another's care for the eve, my Love."

San'lr'in’ closed her eyes for a moment, calling herself fully back into The Realm. She looked at her lover, then at her lover's hand, seeing it as beautiful, yet strong and assured. She touched her own hand to Sle'nel's, caressing it softly, “I have already tended to the issue, My Desire. She will be with your prior lover, as she has asked for such. She wishes to be with her, as she will be taking her leave in one more turn."

She thought Roen a striking young Mystic, especially since the fear had moved away from her face and eyes. Like Sam, Roen had intense blue eyes that were highlighted even the more with her now emerging blonde hair. As she looked at Ern'seln, she thought her a perfect contrast to Roen. Ern'seln's hair was now short, but blacker than a moonless eve, and her eyes were as intense in their coloring as Roen's, but a shocking shiny gray against Roen's deeply intense and shiny blue. She thought that their pairing was striking, but thought that in their youth, the companionship would most likely fail. She also saw that Roen was beginning to use her right-hand more, the hand that was now missing two fingers.

She examined Roen's features carefully, when suddenly Roen returned the look for a moment, fully acknowledging The High Queen's sensing. The High Queen watched with keen interest as Roen bowed her head to her, This one could be most useful to The Realm if Grandmother has not permanently damaged her, as she is every bit a young woman of the trn'Delns'ns—The Realm's Seers.

The High Queen moved herself to a conversation that interested her, as Caitha spoke to Meera, “Do you wish to return to Woden with Sam, M'Love?"

"It seems to be desired of me, and it would serve Woden well for me to inform Keddi of all the duties, although she would do fine on her own. It might but help the transition. Would you mind returning for a moon, prior to The High One's visit?"

Caitha wasn't smiling, concerned, “It will be most difficult, methinks. We will grow fond of it yet again, and then leave it to its own. Would it not be better to break the ties cleanly? And besides, you can inform Keddi when we arrive with our High One, can you not? It surely couldn't take as long as this. Keddi could even come to the Valley to speak with you about this, if it be but necessary."

"I understand, Caitha, but it has been commanded of me. You could remain in the Valley and prepare our new dwelling, if you but think this strongly of it. I would miss you, but I would understand. Or you could come with Sle'nel'. You know I will accept your decision on this."

The High Queen turned to her sister, “Sam'r'in'thel'ineln'. Do you have any needs I can yet provide as you return to your Woden?"

Sam rolled her eyes, “Mend my love life for me."

The statement fully surprised San'lr'in', making her laugh, and fully so. Sle'nel’ looked at her, pleased that something could bring a moment of pleasure to her. She then looked at Sam, “You no longer wish to be with Uthrn?"

Sam shook her head, in dismay, “I can command all of Woden and Hengist with less difficulty than what I face in my bed."

"I can make this easier for you, Sister. I could command her to travel to Woden with Me. It is as easy as this, and I would be most pleased to do as such."

Sam shook her head again, “I am grateful to know this, but I must do this on my own. I have created my own dilemmas, and must face them. I have learned much in your presence, and have gained many of the powers by which to assist The Realm, but now I must return fully and wholly to Woden. And I must finally tend to what best meets Woden's needs in regard to my companions. But I most sincerely appreciate your offer, my sister."

"You are braver than I. I hear that it is most difficult to tell a Warrior Woman of the Sword that she is no longer desirable."

"I have spoken with Queen Erthrn in this regard, and she gave me her thoughts on how to proceed. Are you yet planning to attend Woden, Highness?"

"As I vowed to you, so shall it be. In one moon's passage, Highest. I will send a messenger prior to our departure so you know when we will arrive. Will this meet your needs?"

"Most excellent, Sister."

"Sam'r'in'thel'ineln'. Do you have need of the Warrior Woman returning with you to Woden?"

Sam thought about it for a moment, “I hadn't thought this a possibility. It will but seem most different without her, as she has been my most loyal and best friend for many cycles, but I cannot ask this of her. It is overly large a difficulty. And does she not have need to begin her life fully in the Valley? I would think her most anxious to begin her new role, as I would think of Caitha, also. But perhaps we should ask them."

San'lr'in’ nodded her head, “I will speak to her, then. If they wish to remain in the Valley and begin their new life, as you say, I will bring them upon My visit."

Sam nodded.

"My Queen?"

San'lr'in’ turned to the voice, seeing that Ann'wn was suddenly kneeling and bowing to her, “Rise, Force Leader. Tell Me."

"There is a request from a stranger. She has requested an audience with you."

"Who is she, Force Leader?"

Ann'wn looked perplexed, “I know not, my Queen, but she is dressed as a Master."

San'lr'in’ nodded, guessing as to who it might be, “I grant the audience. Bring her to Me."

"I cannot, Highness. She insists on wearing her weapons."

The High Queen raised an eyebrow, “Was there something in My statement that you didn't understand, Force Leader?"

Ann'wn jerked back slightly, surprised at The High Queen's tone, “Yes, my Queen."

She walked to where many guards were guarding the visitor, then nodded to them to let her free. The visitor politely nodded her head to them, then went to The High Queen, walking with all the pride and experience of a great warrior. San'lr'in’ was pleased to see the visitor, recognizing her instantly, and also pleased that the visitor had placed on the long-prior garments. When the visitor arrived to The High Queen, she stood unmoving for a moment, then suddenly drew her sword.

All the guards immediately readied their weapons, while Sam threw a knife at the visitor's feet, just missing any connection. Meera was quickly at the visitor's side, her sword pinching tightly against the visitor's neck. Ignoring all of them, the visitor as suddenly knelt onto one knee, bowed her head, and offered her sword up to The High Queen, “My life is yours, M'Lady."

San'lr'in’ took the sword from the Master's hands, raising it over the visitor's head. All the camp had been shocked into silence, wondering as to The High Queen's actions. Sle'nel’ couldn't tell if her Queen were going to behead the one now kneeling before her, or give her honor.

For a moment, The High Queen said nothing. She placed her right-hand lightly upon the visitor's head, closing her eyes as she did so, sensing deeply into the Master's thoughts. After another moment, she re-opened her eyes and removed her hand slowly. Yet looking down only at the visitor, The High Queen spoke to all those now present, “In front of all these witnesses, I, as High Queen of The Realm and First Master, bestow great honor onto the most loyal of all the Masters. And I welcome her home."

Quietly, she said, “One of The Realm's greatest daughters has returned to us.” She looked with great affection down to the one now kneeling so trusting before her, “It has been many cycles in which the loyal Masters have been able to move in The Realm freely, but once again, it gratefully occurs. As is your desire, Fourth Great Master, I am pleased to grant your request. You are now free from the bindings of silence. And for your undying loyalty and great service to Me and to The Realm, I now pronounce you as U'Aine, Second Great Master of all The Realm, and her most loyal protector. You are under My command, only."

As she spoke, she touched the sword's tip to each of U'Aine's shoulders, then rested it lightly on her head. When she was done, she said, “Rise, Second Great Master. Rise, and face your Realm."

U'Aine rose, looking only at The High Queen. As she did so, all The High Queen's warriors knelt and clasped their fisted-hand to their chest, “Master."

U'Aine yet ignored them, speaking only to San'lr'in', “Thank you, Highness. I am at your service."

The High Queen offered her hand in the Master's greeting. Shyly, U'Aine grasped it, holding on her High Queen's arm firmly, not wishing to let go. For overly many cycles, U'Aine had served San'lr'in’ as one of her most loyal and able informants, slipping unnoticed from inside one enemy's camp to another, as well as saving her after her great battle against the Mungardies, when her lover had died in battle. The High Queen had many such secret informants, but saw that it was the moment to return U'Aine to the Realm.

Yet clasping U'Aine's arm, The High Queen looked fully into her eyes, “I yet have great need of you, Master. The Realm is yet far from peace."

U'Aine bowed her head slowly, then returned the glance, yet grasping her Queen's arm, “Yes, my Queen. As you desire, it is my duty."

The High Queen then placed her other hand on U'Aine's shoulder. Softly and slowly, as was her style, she said, “I welcome your return, U'Aine. The Realm owes you much, as do I. More than once you have saved The Realm, as well as Me. You have ever prior been wherever needed. And now as you are due, tell Me of your needs and they will be made so. But enough of this. Come. Sit at My table for this eve."

She nodded her response as The High Queen introduced her to everyone, “You have met Mil'der'in, and this is the Master from The First High Queen's reign, Fon'elnn'. And this is...” She introduced her to everyone, and then offered her a seat.

U'Aine looked back to San'lr'in', “With your grace, Highness, it would give me great pleasure if you could grant me leave so that I might speak with Mil'der'in for a moment."

"You need not My permission on this, Master.” She looked to her High Counselor, “High Counselor. This is your decision alone. When you are finished, please return the Master to us."

The eve's meal continued as Mil'der'in and U'Aine walked together away from the others, “Thank you for seeing me, Mil'der'in. How do you fare during this long journey?"

Mil'der'in saw that U'Aine was providing all her patience and politeness, “I fare well, Master, and it is most excellent to see you once more. It has been overly many cycles. You have never given us the moment to thank you for your great deeds. I searched long for you after you saved The High Queen. No other could cure her back, but in this you managed very well."

U'Aine ignored the statements, focusing solely upon Mil'der'in, “I, in truth, Mil'der'in, have thought about you upon every turn. I am truly sorry that I walked away from what might have been between us. But I see that you are well involved with this Master from far long-prior."

Mil'der'in nodded, “I came upon this journey to meet with you once again, Master. So sadly, it is truth, U'Aine. The relationship caught me well unaware, but I find myself most delighted in it."

U'Aine nodded her head and halted their walking, “Then I will trouble you no further, High Counselor, and I thank you for your honesty in this regard. I wish you well in this relationship."

U'Aine was regretful in hearing Mil'der'in's response, but knew that she had little chance with Mil'der'in, even in the best of moments. And as a true Master, she hid her displeasure well, not wishing to cause Mil'der'in any undue stress or discomfort.

They returned to the table, where San'lr'in’ had correctly guessed as to what had occurred between them. It would have been uncharacteristic of a Master to make a scene regarding any relationship.

The High Queen guided U'Aine to her seat, “We have saved a seat for you, Master. Do you recall My sister, Sam'r'in'thel'ineln'? She is Highest of Woden."

U'Aine bowed her head to her, then looked into The Highest's eyes, quietly surprised, compelled into their blueness. She offered her hand and arm to Sam, in greeting, “It is my pleasure, Highest."

Sam turned, grasping U'Aine's arm in return, “My pleasure, Master. I have heard many great tales of your abilities."

U'Aine couldn't move for a moment, paralyzed by Sam's great beauty, “Perhaps you would tell me of your Woden. I am most interested in this community."

Sam examined U'Aine, not wishing to be interested in yet another lover, but finding herself unusually drawn to the woman. She saw that U'Aine had a reserved and quiet strength about her, yet what seemed a most sensitive of natures. Sam felt slightly excited in the moment when their hands and arms had touched, feeling a hidden force bringing them together. As she looked into U'Aine's eyes, she saw her own interest being returned.

U'Aine had ten cycles more than The High Queen, strong and solid, but not without a grace that hid her master's abilities well, had overly short hair, much in the style that Keddi's had been, and had a very striking and angular face that held many arresting features. Yet, Sam saw that U'Aine knew how to carry herself so that she didn't stand out to anyone, a long prior skill so that she could remain as openly invisible as possible.

U'Aine was silently upset regarding her loss of Mil'der'in, and had no intention of aiming toward another relationship. But she found herself strangely interested in The High Queen's sister, seeing no harm in learning more about the beautiful woman who now sat beside her, At least the eve's meal will pass pleasantly enough.

Toward the end of the eve's meal, The High Queen spoke, “Sam'r'in'thel'ineln'."

Sam waited, hearing a gentle use of her name, “My Queen?"

San'lr'in’ stared at her for a moment, “Our journey toward each other began with the greatest of difficulties. And I didn't ease the moments either, although I could have been far more gracious.

"This journey to El'fs'nd'lle has allowed Me to see the most wonderful leader that you are, Highest, and I am pleased. Never once did you allow the dark powers to come to you, and never once did you neglect your duties to The Realm. You have dedicated yourself fully to The Realm, and have come fully to it. You have fought willingly at My side, and you have remained in the most steady of behaviors throughout...” She thought about this for a moment, then laughed lightly, “Except when it was concerning our Elf.” They all laughed, then she continued, “When we first arrived together, I found that I avoided your presence. At the moment, I thought it was because of you being most difficult, but I have learned that it is I who am the difficult one. I, as even My lover says, keep a distance from all. I find Myself, Sister, saddened in your departure. I will miss you, most truly. I have become used to you, Sister. And you have taught Me to laugh."

Sam smiled, “Woden will seem most quiet after this journey, and no one will but be there to continually challenge me, as you have done."

"May will do this."

Sam looked at Sle'nel', “She asks about you, Sle'nel', with each report I receive. She will be most grateful to see you again. She misses you."

Sle'nel’ turned to her lover, “Perhaps we could bring May to the Vall—"

Sam laughed, “Halt. This will not occur. But you jest, do you not?"

Sle'nel’ looked most serious for a moment, then laughed, “I do, but in truth, I miss May. But you have great need of her, Highest. She is the one who must remain with you, as she keeps you on a steady track."

San'lr'in’ stood, “We will bid you farewell upon your leave, Highest. If you alter your thinking and wish My services, please know that they will be offered fully, as requested.” She turned to Sle'nel’ and offered her hand, looking kindly at her, “It has been a long turn, and will be another long one next turn. Come with Me, My Desire?"

Sle'nel’ rose, placing her hand into her Queens, while touching Sam's cheek with her other, “I am pleased that we have had the moments to come together as the closest of friends, Highest."

The High Queen looked to those at the large table, “My friends. We take our leave, but I invite you to remain and enjoy the comfort of the peaceful and safe eve. Until the morn."

Sume’ watched as they left, beginning to like belonging to this odd assortment of family, but was interrupted in her thoughts, “How is it that a R'kin'dles has come to El'fs'nd'lle, High Priestess?"

She looked at the most stunning of Warrior Women, wondering how she could get her to come to her own bed this eve, “Surely you must know of this, Queen Erthrn. I am only part R'kin'dles. But mostly I am a Mystic, such as you.” She waved her hand in dismissal, already bored with the topic, “Besides, the Elf has shown me of their merit."

Erthrn laughed lightly, looking at the High Priestess with a knowing glance, thinking that it might be most interesting to be with yet another of The High Queen's sisters. “Ah. Then the Elf has won you over like all the others. Tell me, High Priestess, what do you think of the Rns'deln’ Women of the Sword?"

Sume’ saw that Erthrn's hand was waiting patiently upon the table for any sign of agreement. She placed her own upon it, returning the knowing smile, “I know not yet what to think of them. I need much more experience in this regard.” She squeezed Erthrn's hand, “And I quite like your size."

As Sle'nel’ walked away with her lover, she heard a quiet laugh from her, “What is so humorous, my Love?"

She smiled, then shook her head in full dismay, “The High Priestess has just accepted Erthrn's bid for the eve."

For the first moment since her most awful encounter with the Dark Sorcerer, Sle'nel’ laughed loudly, finding the report unbelievably amusing. And her Queen smiled, thankful for the moment.

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