[Carnëiach]

OCC: Aman here

Elanor was dragged oblivious down the long corridors, barely noticing even Elwyns rage in her turned in world. The silence...the absence of thoughts...the void...

A pair of double doors were thrust open and the witch was thrown to the floor, although it was almost a relief, as it was cushioned with thick lustrous white carpet. Beside her Elwyn was complaining loudly about this treatment and hurling insults so spectacular at the guards that Elanor had to smile. However as a pair of doors near the far end of the hall were thrown open with a flourish even Elwyns tirade paused, with a small mutter of, "So whos this new clown?"
"Oh a clown? Shame on you elf, to speak of your, what was it again- oh yes, brave and honourable leader like that?" The voice tsked and let for a small chuckle that was completely devoid of any humour.
Elanors smile froze and reality rushed back like ice water. She recognized that voice as she recognised any voice she ever heard, even though the thoughts werent accompanying it.
Are we all ready? The journey shall be long and we do not have a fixed date to return. his first words came back to the witch accutely. Barely breathing she looked up slowly to see an elf lounging in a huge chair (a throne?). His sharp features curved into a smile as he looked piercingly at the witch.
"Ah, the great witch returns to us. Not so bold with gold around your wrists eh?"
"Calixto!" Elanor breathed.