As they stood by the fire, Ellie waited for Drago to speak.
"I'm sorry," he said "About what I said to you. I really didn't mean it as it sounded. I only meant that people that treat you horribly don't deserve to be missed. Though, as is now apparent, you were never given the lucky opportunity to 'miss' them,"
She considered for a second, wondering how to react. He seemed sorry, but to be honest she didn't really understand what he meant!
"I'm sorry, Drago, is that some sort of magic-speak? I barely understood a word of what you just said. Pray address me like a Hobbit, if you recollect how- and I may consider forgiveness." She was fighting back a smile now.
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“Sylphs of the forest,” I whispered. “Spirits of oak, beech and ash. Dryads of Rowan and hazel, hear us. You who have guided and guarded our every footstep, you who have sheltered our growth, we honour you."
the Forbidden Link
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