“We meet again, High Prince.”
“Well met, Olorin. You have returned at last. And triumphant, no less.”
“Not without help, my boy, not without help.”
“Yes, I have met your ‘Help’, quite refreshing to say the least.”
“You did not give them the run of the hall did you?”
“I had no choice, Wise One. Father insisted. They are a court favorite, prying the old tales from him and myself. And none more longwinded than Ingwe and Olwe. It is not very often we are given such a rapt audience, childlike in their inquisitiveness yet mature in their questions.”
“You have my thanks, Findarato.”


