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sha-zayem
While the others saw to the needs of Mellonin, or whomever she now was, Ædegard went over to Leafa. Jorje joined them, pushing his head under the Ædegard's good hand, who scratched the dog's ears absently.
"I can't imagine it, Leafa," he said. "Raefindan? It makes no sense. He wouldn't kill Aeron. There must be some mistake."
"Might Aeron have provoked him?" she asked, shaking her head to counter her own suggestion.
Ædegard smiled in spite of himself. "Not since his sister's death. He was mischievous, I am told, before that, but was greatly subdued afterward. Her death changed him. It is almost as if he perhaps welcomed it." But that did not sit well either. "Nay, I cannot believe that our friends lie. But if Raefindan did this deed, he cannot have been in his right mind."
Liornung stood nearby. "Did you hear your last words, Ædegard? Perhaps he was not in his right mind. Did not Tharonwë work such mischief before?"
"Yes, but then how is it that these three think nothing of that?"
"I do not know," Liornung replied
"Maybe," Leafa tentatively offered, "we should ask them?"
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...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve.
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