[Child of the 7th Age]

The piteous pleas of Lindir that had echoed unceasingly through the Diviner's mind came to an abrupt halt. The tall figure whirled around in surprise, her skirt and hair caught up in a great gust of wind, as she stared off in the direction of the grotto. It was too far away for the Diviner to see or hear what was going on merely by using her physical senses. But she clung stubbornly to the link that Lindir had thrown to her. The Diviner could feel the Elf trying to pull away, but she refused to withdraw, clinging to his fëa like a woman possessed.

Something was happening in the grotto, the Diviner was sure of that. But what that something was, she could not say. When the Seneschal lunged towards her with an outstretched blade, she parried clumsily and hurried up to the timbered rafters where the shadows lay heavy, anxious for a moment to choose her path. It was urgent that she understand what was going on in the grotto, the cavern she had chosen as the scene of her triumph. On an impulse, she gingerly reached out with her mind, crooning softly to her lover of aeons past: I have so missed you. Of course, I am coming. Tarry now, and we will stand side-by-side, just as we did long ago. But first you must tell me what is happening so I may help you properly.

Remembering only the promised joy of the past that had never found its fulfillment, oblivious to the real danger that the Diviner presented to them all, Lindir raced to embrace his sweet lady, crying out in anticipation. Endamir has come. He has beaten down the door, thrust back the Orc who threatened me, and now he unleashes some of the Bones into the Sea. Come and join us.

All pretence of gentleness was quickly swept aside as the sweet fingers clenched into tight, balled fists. Who dares to disturb the grotto? It is my kingdom, that which I have chosen to be the scene of my triumph. Let this Endamir beware for I will disconnect his head from his shoulders. Reaching outward into the stillness, the Dark Lady of the Grotto pushed Lindir back for she could sense the fëar of the two Elves, so similar in appearance and shape, that lay just beyond her grasp. With a mighty howl, she pressed towards the one called Endamir, seeking to force her way into his mind. At the same time she flitted out of the enclosure and raced towards the tall cliffs, determined to stop this pesky Elf who threatened to undermine her power and control. Behind her, the Seneschal followed....