Prologue
Finally a day when no person would interrupt Teleperien's day of ease. No dramas, no catastrophes, dwarves arguing about taxes and even Erwyn and Amanda were quieter than usual. Philippe, Teleperien's pirate husband relaxed with her in her private garden. It was late fall, but her garden was sheltered from the blustery weather outside. Wine glasses sat on a small round table, the bottle half full of golden elven wine sat on the flag stone pathway under the table. They didn't speak, just enjoying each other's company. It felt good to just be.
A quick knock came to the garden door and the wizard burst in without so much as an "Excuse me." Tele looked up very irritated.
"Alatar, you may be an Istari, but I would appreciate that you would not just burst in on me."
"I am not here for naught lady." He answered in a huff. "I bear fell news."
Tele groaned. "Just ONCE I'd like a day without interruption." She sat up from her position where she leaned on Philippe. "What is it now?"
"The Circle has found Erwyn."
Alarm slammed through Tele like a lightening bolt. She leapt up and cried. "When?"
"Just this morning Lady. I fear they will come and take your daughter."
"What can I do?"
Philippe stood next to her and grabbed her hand and held it tight.
"You must flee this moment. I can take you to Valinor."
"Valinor" She will be safe there" The Circle won't follow us?"
"It is protected by more than just the powers of one wizard, but of Anur as well. She will be quite safe."
Tele looked at Philippe. "Lady I am afraid your husband cannot accompany you." Alatar said softly as if he read her mind.
"Not at all?" Tele cried almost in tears. "He is my husband, part of me."
"You know the Blessed Realm does not permit mortals save for those who worked to destroy the One Ring."
Tele covered her face with her hands. She knew what this meant. She had to be separated perhaps forever from her beloved Philippe. Alatar continued. "He will be returned to France if he so desires. He will have no memory of Eldicor or of you, save for a vague dream."
She lowered her hands showing tear stained cheeks and looked at Philippe. "Is this what you wish my love" I cannot bear to know you are heartbroken.?
Finally a day when no person would interrupt Teleperien's day of ease. No dramas, no catastrophes, dwarves arguing about taxes and even Erwyn and Amanda were quieter than usual. Philippe, Teleperien's pirate husband relaxed with her in her private garden. It was late fall, but her garden was sheltered from the blustery weather outside. Wine glasses sat on a small round table, the bottle half full of golden elven wine sat on the flag stone pathway under the table. They didn't speak, just enjoying each other's company. It felt good to just be.
A quick knock came to the garden door and the wizard burst in without so much as an "Excuse me." Tele looked up very irritated.
"Alatar, you may be an Istari, but I would appreciate that you would not just burst in on me."
"I am not here for naught lady." He answered in a huff. "I bear fell news."
Tele groaned. "Just ONCE I'd like a day without interruption." She sat up from her position where she leaned on Philippe. "What is it now?"
"The Circle has found Erwyn."
Alarm slammed through Tele like a lightening bolt. She leapt up and cried. "When?"
"Just this morning Lady. I fear they will come and take your daughter."
"What can I do?"
Philippe stood next to her and grabbed her hand and held it tight.
"You must flee this moment. I can take you to Valinor."
"Valinor" She will be safe there" The Circle won't follow us?"
"It is protected by more than just the powers of one wizard, but of Anur as well. She will be quite safe."
Tele looked at Philippe. "Lady I am afraid your husband cannot accompany you." Alatar said softly as if he read her mind.
"Not at all?" Tele cried almost in tears. "He is my husband, part of me."
"You know the Blessed Realm does not permit mortals save for those who worked to destroy the One Ring."
Tele covered her face with her hands. She knew what this meant. She had to be separated perhaps forever from her beloved Philippe. Alatar continued. "He will be returned to France if he so desires. He will have no memory of Eldicor or of you, save for a vague dream."
She lowered her hands showing tear stained cheeks and looked at Philippe. "Is this what you wish my love" I cannot bear to know you are heartbroken.?