LEGENDS
Chapter Two
Druce felt like talking. Only, he didn’t know what to say. They had covered an incredible area in just over an hour and then it was on foot from here. It wouldn’t do any good to give their position away, if anyone was even going to be at the trailer.
He didn’t care at this moment, even if they came up empty handed. He was with her…with Ardra. Not many mortals or immortals could boast as much.
She was being very quiet as well. Was she feeling what he was feeling right now? Would be to laugh, of course not. He knew Ardra was an excellent tracker and she was focused solely on their little quest. It didn’t matter. If this was as close as they were to get, then he’d cherish every second of it. It amazed him just how well she blended into the forest. She belonged there. Druce imagined she would fit in just about anywhere. Even here in the forest in a long flowing gown. The dress fell loose against her skin and yet hugged it as well. He could make out every curve in that violet black gown. Ah…there he was staring again. It took a considerable amount effort to focus his attention where it belonged—the trail.
The silence was just killing her. Killing her! It was bad enough to be this close to him when her head was filled with longing, but to have him deny her conversation…Killing her! What was worse is he kept staring at her. Ardra could feel his eyes on her even now. It had to be that damn vampiric allure. Had to be. She had never felt like this before. God! She had to remain focused. They would have to get this little outing over and done with as soon as possible. Ardra never should have touched him; then she wouldn’t have been drawn to cuddling his head to her bosom. Though she didn’t think that the silvery stars above would be able to stop that urge, nor the wind, nor the… Where was the wind? They were right by a lake and in the middle of the forest. There should be noise. There wasn’t. Ardra turned around and saw that Druce had noticed as well.
She squatted low as did Druce and they scanned the area. Ardra’s eyes flashed and spiraled and swirled in a metallic amethyst. It was her way. She was searching for something and so was he. But he found nothing, except…stillness. So he watched her…the fearless Lady of the Legends. Stories were told of her hunting and scouting capabilities. He wanted to see if they were true. Druce found he was enthralled by what he was seeing. Ardra didn’t move, didn’t blink and he seriously wondered if she was even breathing. Her eyes were the most fascinating. They were not still, nor were they completely silent in that they screamed silently in the night, demanding its cooperation. Then very slowly, she stood, careful not to bring attention there way. She motioned for him to stay down.
There was something out there, someone. Ardra could feel it. What concerned her was that she couldn’t focus on them. There were people in the trailer, alright, immortals at that. Several of them, but something masked their individual characteristics. She knew they were immortal, but not of what sect. Vampire? Werewolf? Hell for all she could sense right now, if could be the freakin’ Locke Ness Monster! Though, she highly doubted that.
And the quietness, she had encountered that before. She hoped that Devyn would have some useful information for her tomorrow.
Ardra signaled to Druce to stay. She half expected him to fight her about it, but he didn’t so much as whine. Ronan should take lessons from Druce in obedience, she thought. She smiled as she kept moving along the trail. What a sight that would be…Ronan, doing whatever Ardra told him to do. Her smile even reached up to her eyes. This was crazy; she should be focusing on the trail, on the people in that trailer. They had to be up to no good, no one would take such precautions unless they had a lot to hide.
There it was the famous trailer Druce had spoken of. But, it was empty! The only presence she could feel now was a small animal somewhere in the building. Hunting for food in the kitchen, she could focus in on it now. Damn it! How had she missed them? She was very powerful; no one had ever been able to cloak their presence from her. Ardra was furious! She had to take several deep breaths before she could even summon Druce. What was she supposed to tell him? Ardra of the Legends, let a group of immortals slip right threw her finger tips? She had them and then they were just gone? No. They would simply search the cabin for clues and stick with their original plan. That is if it even mattered at this point. If they were able to and cautious enough to hide themselves from her and flee undetected with her only a scant few yards from where she stood…that didn’t leave much hope that they’d left them a clue. Unless of course, they planted something, but that didn’t seem likely either.
It took Druce only seconds to reach the trailer. He did his own little scan of the area. It was still silent, unnaturally silent. They opened the door with no resistance. Hell, it didn’t even have locks on it. It was a wreck. Someone had been here, several from the looks of it. It only confirmed her suspicions. Druce looked pained. He said nothing, but only stared. Ardra followed his gaze to a small piece of paper on the floor behind a small trash can. It looked as if he knew what it was, but how could he? Could he? She didn’t have to wonder long.
The pain, the pain was too mush for the dried up organ he had once used as a heart. Amber! He should have known. It all made sense now. How could he have not known? Druce had been a fool to think she simply had a crush on him. But there it was, a recent page of his journal…and it reeked of her! The bitch, she was at his own home just the other night. He’d come back from feeding to find her there. God, he was a fool! He’d thought that she was startled to see him come in; she’d acted as if she’d been waiting for him. Druce had believed her and sent her home after she had pouted when he would not bed with her. Amber Clary had played her cards right, yes; she had played them very well. But it was the last time he would allow for her to play at all.
Druce bent down and pulled the paper from the crevice in which it was half hidden. He didn’t need confirmation. He only needed to see what was on it, what he had written on it.
April 12th
I still believe there are traitors among my ranks. I have spoke to few of this, Mark being one and Bastian the other. The only two I trust. Though I am not sure I can trust even them. My kind’s power is a dark gift and can corrupt with age, with strength. When I called court two months ago, I was surprised by the turn out. Never have there been so many to show up. It only served to raise my suspicion. Amber was there. She was always there, so this was no surprise. The same of Mark, Bastian, Kate, and Gregory…they were always there. They were the high ranking members of his court; it was their duty to be there. The rest of them don’t seem to care too much about the politics of vampirism. Not that I cared. I find I do not care for much at all these days, or should I say nights? To hell with us all. We are all damned. Maybe we should let ourselves be destroyed? Though I know my mind, I am sure the others of my kind would disagree in this. In fact many of them seek to have the power that was theirs to wield in the old days, the days before the pact. I wish I could make them see. Most of them are mere babes. Many of them are less than one hundred years of age. They have no wisdom to enlighten them; wisdom is not given to the foolish youth! I will make sure that the threat to Ardra and the mortal kind is squelched and then I will pass on my Kingship. I have lived too long…I am utterly alone.
The Tri-Century Court is nearing. I will make my way there early to warn Ardra. If she will see me, or can see me. Ronan will likely have a fit. I welcome it. He is not worthy of her presence…her nearness.
I will prepare my speech for the counsel members in court tomorrow night. I must feed before the sun comes up this night. I haven’t taken much care of myself. Mostly because I don’t care for myself.
Druce was even more furious. The rest of the page had been torn and was missing. He knew, though. Druce knew what was on it and he was damned if he was going to let that little vixen get away with it. Damned! He crumpled the paper and set it on fire. He was going to have to explain this to Ardra. How could he? Would she even believe him? Or worse, would she be able to forgive him if she did believe him? He didn’t know and didn’t want to find out. One thing he knew. He wouldn’t be able to tell her at this moment, not without sobbing like a stupid ninny. Besides, he had to figure out a tactful way of telling her. He just couldn’t think about it now, not right now. They had yet to even begin their search of the trailer. God, now he wasn’t so sure he wanted to search the trailer. What if that bitch had stolen the rest of his journal and had it strewn out about the rooms? He’d be mortified if Ardra found anything written about her in those pages. God knew he wrote about her. To her. What was worse was knowing that Amber had read those damned pages. Who else knew about his…affection for his Lady?
It was then he realized, while he’d been staring off into the darkness the wind was blowing. He heard crickets too, and frogs…even locust. It was loud! How had he not noticed? The eerie silence that had enfolded the forest was now gone.
Druce looked to Ardra who had been staring into the night also. She sensed something. He knew she did and he only hoped that it wasn’t his lust of her. She was bewitching, yes; she was casting a spell on him. And he was helpless to do take action against it. He didn’t want to.
They walked to the only other room in the trailer besides the tiny bathroom. Ardra was sending off electricity as she covered every inch of the room. She still hadn’t asked him about the paper. He was grateful. She seemed to give a person ample amount of space when she sensed they needed it. Truly she was a queen among the immortals. Her eyes missed nothing. He believed they even saw the paper before he had picked it up. Ardra ran her hands along the empty walls. She floated to the ceiling and searched it with her finger tips. The windows, the small closet, and the floor. It was when she reached the far corner of the room that she went stiff. He saw her stiffen; even her hair dared not defy her in this state. As she was reaching down a raccoon shrieked and took off from the floor board she stood beside, knelt beside. It hadn’t even seemed to shake her, though he almost screamed like a high school girl. Thank God, he’d been able to keep it in check. Ardra would never let him live it down. And surely no one else who heard about it would either. Druce, the great King of the Undead, screamed like a little girl, afraid of a raccoon. Well, thank God he hadn’t.
Ardra stood up once more and crossed the room. She looked pail and even wiped sweat off of her brow and tucked her hair behind her ears. Then she straightened herself and crossed the floor back to the corner she’d been kneeling at.
Druce had to cover his eyes to try and see. Ardra had raised her arms outward at her sides with her hands open and she had begun to shine. She was as bright as any star he had ever seen. It reminded him of an angel out of a fairy tail. Then she vanished! Only she reappeared as a small pixie thing. He’d heard that she had elfish blood, but could they all transform into a faerie? He didn’t know. It had been said that only those with the strongest powers and oldest lineage could become a faerie. Druce couldn’t look away from the tiny being as she descended threw the break in the floor boards. She slipped easily threw them and was out of sight.
To Hell with his Kingly demeanor, Druce dropped on all fours and crawled up to the edge of the whole. He wanted to watch her. If he died tonight, he wanted to have the memory of her…his tiny angel. She was hovering over something. Staring at it with a look of disbelief. He watched her grab, what looked like a small chain. Gold. And there was some kind of stone encased in a gold knot work that was the same but bigger than the chain. It reminded him of celtic knot work, but it was certainly none he was familiar with. Interesting.
Ardra shot back out of the crack in the floor like an arrow. She held a small necklace in her hand. She could only stare at Druce and clutch the tiny chain tight. This couldn’t be happening. Couldn’t be. God help her if it was
With no small effort she tucked the necklace in her satchel and grabbed Druce by his arm. It took a lot out of her, but she needed to get to The City, now. So she sent them threw time and space, to The Great City.
Once there she bid Druce a good night, what was left of it anyway, and made a B-line to her room. Along the way she was stopped by Ronan. She was not in the least bit interested in what ever he wanted and sent him to find nourishment for Druce. With a scowl he went, as did she. This was not happing, she thought. She had to be alone and think. And she couldn’t do that around Ronan and his hounding her to wed him. And she certainly couldn’t do it around Druce who distracted her from her own sanity, nor could she think with anyone else interfering. The irony was not lost on her. All her existence she hated being alone…and now, now she needed to be alone.
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Dirguth and Amber found themselves the last to leave. Maglor had taken some of the “Dogs” and bid the rest good bye. The cowards were eager to leave and scattered like flies
Amber just watched. She was not about to traipse off like a silly child afraid the boogie man was close behind. The two “Dogs,” Norm and Bone, carried Maglor’s precious “cargo.” Amber didn’t understand why the famous black elf didn’t just handle it himself. Part of her knew. It was his attitude of superiority, his regal-ness. He was above that type of work. Not that it bothered Amber to see him use the two werewolves as his own personal slaves. She rather enjoyed that fact. It seemed very fitting that they did the brute work. That was all that they were good for, but she couldn’t help but wonder about Maglor’s motives. She didn’t trust him, not one bit. And she didn’t like the fire she saw in his eyes. She’d felt her blood warm and pool inside her…with wanting as much with anger. Shaking her head she now looked at Dirguth.
“I don’t like this. We need to speak with Cerin. Soon.” He looked at her and nodded.
“I believe you’re right. This was not in correlation to the plan. I for one have spent far too many years working toward the fall of the Legends. We musn’t act too hastily. The elves will be expecting that. It will be the means of their weeding out the traitors.” He looked back at Amber. She was standing very still absorbed in her thoughts, but nodded at him. If Dirguth was to have such close dealings with the vampires, she was not a bad companion. She was ambitious, but wise. He could trust her not to act out on every whim. Unlike those damn werewolves. Dogs! They would ultimately be their undoing.
As if reading his thoughts she spoke. “We cannot entrust the Dogs with anymore. I’m afraid that they may give us away by the morning. It was very strange don’t you think that Maglor chose the two stupidest of the werewolves to help him carry the girl? If I was a betting gal, I’d say he was going to hit them up for information.”
“Don’t get too a head of yourself. We cannot be so hasty to make that assumption. We do not want to bring anymore attention to ourselves than necessary. If the Dogs give us away, we must just wait it out…act as if nothing is wrong. I don’t believe they will call us out on anything yet. No. Not yet, and by that time…I suspect that our plan will have been changed and we should still come out on top.”
Amber smiled. Though Dirguth had turned renegade, he was still an elder of the wise arts. She had trouble remembering that he was brilliant. Wizards were such an asset. With their help the war was far from lost.
“I must feed now, but we need to meet soon. Put the call out. I know Cerin had spoken to me of his distrust of the elves.”
Druce felt like talking. Only, he didn’t know what to say. They had covered an incredible area in just over an hour and then it was on foot from here. It wouldn’t do any good to give their position away, if anyone was even going to be at the trailer.
He didn’t care at this moment, even if they came up empty handed. He was with her…with Ardra. Not many mortals or immortals could boast as much.
She was being very quiet as well. Was she feeling what he was feeling right now? Would be to laugh, of course not. He knew Ardra was an excellent tracker and she was focused solely on their little quest. It didn’t matter. If this was as close as they were to get, then he’d cherish every second of it. It amazed him just how well she blended into the forest. She belonged there. Druce imagined she would fit in just about anywhere. Even here in the forest in a long flowing gown. The dress fell loose against her skin and yet hugged it as well. He could make out every curve in that violet black gown. Ah…there he was staring again. It took a considerable amount effort to focus his attention where it belonged—the trail.
The silence was just killing her. Killing her! It was bad enough to be this close to him when her head was filled with longing, but to have him deny her conversation…Killing her! What was worse is he kept staring at her. Ardra could feel his eyes on her even now. It had to be that damn vampiric allure. Had to be. She had never felt like this before. God! She had to remain focused. They would have to get this little outing over and done with as soon as possible. Ardra never should have touched him; then she wouldn’t have been drawn to cuddling his head to her bosom. Though she didn’t think that the silvery stars above would be able to stop that urge, nor the wind, nor the… Where was the wind? They were right by a lake and in the middle of the forest. There should be noise. There wasn’t. Ardra turned around and saw that Druce had noticed as well.
She squatted low as did Druce and they scanned the area. Ardra’s eyes flashed and spiraled and swirled in a metallic amethyst. It was her way. She was searching for something and so was he. But he found nothing, except…stillness. So he watched her…the fearless Lady of the Legends. Stories were told of her hunting and scouting capabilities. He wanted to see if they were true. Druce found he was enthralled by what he was seeing. Ardra didn’t move, didn’t blink and he seriously wondered if she was even breathing. Her eyes were the most fascinating. They were not still, nor were they completely silent in that they screamed silently in the night, demanding its cooperation. Then very slowly, she stood, careful not to bring attention there way. She motioned for him to stay down.
There was something out there, someone. Ardra could feel it. What concerned her was that she couldn’t focus on them. There were people in the trailer, alright, immortals at that. Several of them, but something masked their individual characteristics. She knew they were immortal, but not of what sect. Vampire? Werewolf? Hell for all she could sense right now, if could be the freakin’ Locke Ness Monster! Though, she highly doubted that.
And the quietness, she had encountered that before. She hoped that Devyn would have some useful information for her tomorrow.
Ardra signaled to Druce to stay. She half expected him to fight her about it, but he didn’t so much as whine. Ronan should take lessons from Druce in obedience, she thought. She smiled as she kept moving along the trail. What a sight that would be…Ronan, doing whatever Ardra told him to do. Her smile even reached up to her eyes. This was crazy; she should be focusing on the trail, on the people in that trailer. They had to be up to no good, no one would take such precautions unless they had a lot to hide.
There it was the famous trailer Druce had spoken of. But, it was empty! The only presence she could feel now was a small animal somewhere in the building. Hunting for food in the kitchen, she could focus in on it now. Damn it! How had she missed them? She was very powerful; no one had ever been able to cloak their presence from her. Ardra was furious! She had to take several deep breaths before she could even summon Druce. What was she supposed to tell him? Ardra of the Legends, let a group of immortals slip right threw her finger tips? She had them and then they were just gone? No. They would simply search the cabin for clues and stick with their original plan. That is if it even mattered at this point. If they were able to and cautious enough to hide themselves from her and flee undetected with her only a scant few yards from where she stood…that didn’t leave much hope that they’d left them a clue. Unless of course, they planted something, but that didn’t seem likely either.
It took Druce only seconds to reach the trailer. He did his own little scan of the area. It was still silent, unnaturally silent. They opened the door with no resistance. Hell, it didn’t even have locks on it. It was a wreck. Someone had been here, several from the looks of it. It only confirmed her suspicions. Druce looked pained. He said nothing, but only stared. Ardra followed his gaze to a small piece of paper on the floor behind a small trash can. It looked as if he knew what it was, but how could he? Could he? She didn’t have to wonder long.
The pain, the pain was too mush for the dried up organ he had once used as a heart. Amber! He should have known. It all made sense now. How could he have not known? Druce had been a fool to think she simply had a crush on him. But there it was, a recent page of his journal…and it reeked of her! The bitch, she was at his own home just the other night. He’d come back from feeding to find her there. God, he was a fool! He’d thought that she was startled to see him come in; she’d acted as if she’d been waiting for him. Druce had believed her and sent her home after she had pouted when he would not bed with her. Amber Clary had played her cards right, yes; she had played them very well. But it was the last time he would allow for her to play at all.
Druce bent down and pulled the paper from the crevice in which it was half hidden. He didn’t need confirmation. He only needed to see what was on it, what he had written on it.
April 12th
I still believe there are traitors among my ranks. I have spoke to few of this, Mark being one and Bastian the other. The only two I trust. Though I am not sure I can trust even them. My kind’s power is a dark gift and can corrupt with age, with strength. When I called court two months ago, I was surprised by the turn out. Never have there been so many to show up. It only served to raise my suspicion. Amber was there. She was always there, so this was no surprise. The same of Mark, Bastian, Kate, and Gregory…they were always there. They were the high ranking members of his court; it was their duty to be there. The rest of them don’t seem to care too much about the politics of vampirism. Not that I cared. I find I do not care for much at all these days, or should I say nights? To hell with us all. We are all damned. Maybe we should let ourselves be destroyed? Though I know my mind, I am sure the others of my kind would disagree in this. In fact many of them seek to have the power that was theirs to wield in the old days, the days before the pact. I wish I could make them see. Most of them are mere babes. Many of them are less than one hundred years of age. They have no wisdom to enlighten them; wisdom is not given to the foolish youth! I will make sure that the threat to Ardra and the mortal kind is squelched and then I will pass on my Kingship. I have lived too long…I am utterly alone.
The Tri-Century Court is nearing. I will make my way there early to warn Ardra. If she will see me, or can see me. Ronan will likely have a fit. I welcome it. He is not worthy of her presence…her nearness.
I will prepare my speech for the counsel members in court tomorrow night. I must feed before the sun comes up this night. I haven’t taken much care of myself. Mostly because I don’t care for myself.
Druce was even more furious. The rest of the page had been torn and was missing. He knew, though. Druce knew what was on it and he was damned if he was going to let that little vixen get away with it. Damned! He crumpled the paper and set it on fire. He was going to have to explain this to Ardra. How could he? Would she even believe him? Or worse, would she be able to forgive him if she did believe him? He didn’t know and didn’t want to find out. One thing he knew. He wouldn’t be able to tell her at this moment, not without sobbing like a stupid ninny. Besides, he had to figure out a tactful way of telling her. He just couldn’t think about it now, not right now. They had yet to even begin their search of the trailer. God, now he wasn’t so sure he wanted to search the trailer. What if that bitch had stolen the rest of his journal and had it strewn out about the rooms? He’d be mortified if Ardra found anything written about her in those pages. God knew he wrote about her. To her. What was worse was knowing that Amber had read those damned pages. Who else knew about his…affection for his Lady?
It was then he realized, while he’d been staring off into the darkness the wind was blowing. He heard crickets too, and frogs…even locust. It was loud! How had he not noticed? The eerie silence that had enfolded the forest was now gone.
Druce looked to Ardra who had been staring into the night also. She sensed something. He knew she did and he only hoped that it wasn’t his lust of her. She was bewitching, yes; she was casting a spell on him. And he was helpless to do take action against it. He didn’t want to.
They walked to the only other room in the trailer besides the tiny bathroom. Ardra was sending off electricity as she covered every inch of the room. She still hadn’t asked him about the paper. He was grateful. She seemed to give a person ample amount of space when she sensed they needed it. Truly she was a queen among the immortals. Her eyes missed nothing. He believed they even saw the paper before he had picked it up. Ardra ran her hands along the empty walls. She floated to the ceiling and searched it with her finger tips. The windows, the small closet, and the floor. It was when she reached the far corner of the room that she went stiff. He saw her stiffen; even her hair dared not defy her in this state. As she was reaching down a raccoon shrieked and took off from the floor board she stood beside, knelt beside. It hadn’t even seemed to shake her, though he almost screamed like a high school girl. Thank God, he’d been able to keep it in check. Ardra would never let him live it down. And surely no one else who heard about it would either. Druce, the great King of the Undead, screamed like a little girl, afraid of a raccoon. Well, thank God he hadn’t.
Ardra stood up once more and crossed the room. She looked pail and even wiped sweat off of her brow and tucked her hair behind her ears. Then she straightened herself and crossed the floor back to the corner she’d been kneeling at.
Druce had to cover his eyes to try and see. Ardra had raised her arms outward at her sides with her hands open and she had begun to shine. She was as bright as any star he had ever seen. It reminded him of an angel out of a fairy tail. Then she vanished! Only she reappeared as a small pixie thing. He’d heard that she had elfish blood, but could they all transform into a faerie? He didn’t know. It had been said that only those with the strongest powers and oldest lineage could become a faerie. Druce couldn’t look away from the tiny being as she descended threw the break in the floor boards. She slipped easily threw them and was out of sight.
To Hell with his Kingly demeanor, Druce dropped on all fours and crawled up to the edge of the whole. He wanted to watch her. If he died tonight, he wanted to have the memory of her…his tiny angel. She was hovering over something. Staring at it with a look of disbelief. He watched her grab, what looked like a small chain. Gold. And there was some kind of stone encased in a gold knot work that was the same but bigger than the chain. It reminded him of celtic knot work, but it was certainly none he was familiar with. Interesting.
Ardra shot back out of the crack in the floor like an arrow. She held a small necklace in her hand. She could only stare at Druce and clutch the tiny chain tight. This couldn’t be happening. Couldn’t be. God help her if it was
With no small effort she tucked the necklace in her satchel and grabbed Druce by his arm. It took a lot out of her, but she needed to get to The City, now. So she sent them threw time and space, to The Great City.
Once there she bid Druce a good night, what was left of it anyway, and made a B-line to her room. Along the way she was stopped by Ronan. She was not in the least bit interested in what ever he wanted and sent him to find nourishment for Druce. With a scowl he went, as did she. This was not happing, she thought. She had to be alone and think. And she couldn’t do that around Ronan and his hounding her to wed him. And she certainly couldn’t do it around Druce who distracted her from her own sanity, nor could she think with anyone else interfering. The irony was not lost on her. All her existence she hated being alone…and now, now she needed to be alone.
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Dirguth and Amber found themselves the last to leave. Maglor had taken some of the “Dogs” and bid the rest good bye. The cowards were eager to leave and scattered like flies
Amber just watched. She was not about to traipse off like a silly child afraid the boogie man was close behind. The two “Dogs,” Norm and Bone, carried Maglor’s precious “cargo.” Amber didn’t understand why the famous black elf didn’t just handle it himself. Part of her knew. It was his attitude of superiority, his regal-ness. He was above that type of work. Not that it bothered Amber to see him use the two werewolves as his own personal slaves. She rather enjoyed that fact. It seemed very fitting that they did the brute work. That was all that they were good for, but she couldn’t help but wonder about Maglor’s motives. She didn’t trust him, not one bit. And she didn’t like the fire she saw in his eyes. She’d felt her blood warm and pool inside her…with wanting as much with anger. Shaking her head she now looked at Dirguth.
“I don’t like this. We need to speak with Cerin. Soon.” He looked at her and nodded.
“I believe you’re right. This was not in correlation to the plan. I for one have spent far too many years working toward the fall of the Legends. We musn’t act too hastily. The elves will be expecting that. It will be the means of their weeding out the traitors.” He looked back at Amber. She was standing very still absorbed in her thoughts, but nodded at him. If Dirguth was to have such close dealings with the vampires, she was not a bad companion. She was ambitious, but wise. He could trust her not to act out on every whim. Unlike those damn werewolves. Dogs! They would ultimately be their undoing.
As if reading his thoughts she spoke. “We cannot entrust the Dogs with anymore. I’m afraid that they may give us away by the morning. It was very strange don’t you think that Maglor chose the two stupidest of the werewolves to help him carry the girl? If I was a betting gal, I’d say he was going to hit them up for information.”
“Don’t get too a head of yourself. We cannot be so hasty to make that assumption. We do not want to bring anymore attention to ourselves than necessary. If the Dogs give us away, we must just wait it out…act as if nothing is wrong. I don’t believe they will call us out on anything yet. No. Not yet, and by that time…I suspect that our plan will have been changed and we should still come out on top.”
Amber smiled. Though Dirguth had turned renegade, he was still an elder of the wise arts. She had trouble remembering that he was brilliant. Wizards were such an asset. With their help the war was far from lost.
“I must feed now, but we need to meet soon. Put the call out. I know Cerin had spoken to me of his distrust of the elves.”
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