Rûdhchamion had been suprised that Anarya did not know how to converse with the animals. But doubly so when she had heard him speak to Khelek. He wondered greatly at that, for only among his kin or those that had been dear to him could hear his thoughts.
“You are edhel, Anarya, elven, never forget that. Or has living in a “civilized” community cause you to forget your own heritage? We of the race who not only speak to the creatures of the wilds but to that which grow from the earth.” He smiled, “you need but listen, and you can hear even the song of the winds!”
He gazed at the elf maiden. She was like Pennnauriel at times. Yet she had a light within her that he had never seen, one that filled him with its warmth and cause heart to harken. If given the chance, how he would like to show her the many wonders of Greenwood and to teach her the songs of the wild.
Khelek’s bark brought him back from his reverie. He would have to guard his musings, he thought. The little wolf-pup could easily start telling Anarya, and this was not the time for such things!
No, I won’t! Khelek said mischieviously. Not yet!
The dark elf laughed, then quickly catching the look on Anarya’s face, stifled his laughter.
“Nothing, Anarya." He said finally, regaining his composure. "We must continue, we can rest at the stream yonder, pass the clusters of trees. It will provide us with cover. We can get a good view with the mortals' dealings as well.”
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