"Telpeheled, It's me, Maeralagos. Look at me. Do you know where you are?"
Maeralagos? Maeralagos? Telpeheled knew that the name was familiar, knew he should recognise it's bearer. He tried to solve the puzzle with his aching head.
Suddenly darkness again fell in his head. For a number of seconds he felt as if he had left the world. Then, just as suddenly and without warning, the pain almost went, leaving only a dull ache.
Telpeheled blinked up at Maeralagos, who looked worried.
"What's the matter?" he asked weakly, "Surely you weren't worried about me? I can't die, Mandos is too scared!"
[ February 22, 2003: Message edited by: Lyra Greenleaf ]
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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."
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