| "Legolas observed this heated exchange fearfully, for it was obvious the one called Dacre was displeased with him for some reason. When Berkeley had halted the Ranger's words and Arathorn at once responded, this confirmed the immortal child's belief that the white haired ones were the leaders. Before the elder could move out of range, the Elf child called to him urgently. "Berkeley! Boe ammen baded sí! Le tegitha men an ost nîn? Avradon. Men beriatha uin Yrch ennas!" The old man peered into the youthful countenance and tried to divine the emotions fleeting through the indigo orbs, but failed. Berkeley gave an apologetic shake of his head and a shrug. "I am sorry, young one, I do not understand." Berkeley patted his shoulder and smiled, glancing over at Arathorn before rejoining his wife as she gathered up their simple possessions. " |