The ride to Shandalar’s village was as pleasant as any ride could be when traveling through the Elven realms. Sunlight filtered through the dark green leaves onto the forest paths, and a gentle breeze blew across the few small clearings. Streams ran lazily along, adding their song to the forest’s. Birds lifted their joyful songs to the air as the group rode beneath. It was easy to forget the troubles stirring in the realms.

Niamh rode quietly beside Lorcan, listening to the forest ...