The elves, understanding bonds of the heart as they did, promised Glimonasse to attend Gamplagor's wounds with diligence and care. Still, the girl fretted and worried. She paced through the ruins of Lin Giliath, her childhood friend Ingoweth sat in one of the fallen archways plucking a harp.
"Dear friend," began the child-elf. "You did right by Gamplagor bringing her here. But were you not on a mission? Were you not meant to make discoveries?"
"I know. But when it comes to Gamplagor, things are different."
"Are they? Or are you different?"
The question caused the girl to pause. She ran her gauntleted hand over her thigh, a habit acquired from where she could not remember. The corner of her lips curled wryly and eyes narrowed in his direction. "I really hate that you are older than me and still look like a child."
"In what other form would you accept my counsel," the boy smiled back at her.
It was true that she had lost track of the pain from Gamplagor. In point of fact, she was certain her avian friend was asleep. No sooner had the thought crossed her mind when one of the elven healers approached.
"She sleeps, but will be unable to fly for at least two days."
"May I see her," asked Glimonasse.
Ingoweth mindfully cleared his throat.
"I don't think five minutes will make much difference, Ingoweth."
Moments later, she was beside the sleeping form of the eagle. She run her fingers over the feathers of her friend. She leaned towards the bird, her voice a soft whisper as she spoke, "Sleep well, my beloved daughter. I shall return as soon as I can."
Nodding her thanks to the attending elves, she took her leave and went out to find Glanind. Their bond was not nearly as strong, but then Glanind was recent to addition to her circle of friends. It took a few minutes for her to find her steed, but when she did she kissed the horse's nose and mounted him.
Riding off into Kingsfell, she was able to avoid the few orcs and wargs that had begun to patrol the area. It was not hard, they had a smell about them and many of the beasts of the land had already figured out how to avoid them and passed that along. A few hours later, Glimonasse was in Esteldin, looking for Atharan.
