[Isilya]

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“Prince Legolas, my king? Why, no, I have never made acquaintance with his lordship.”

“I greatly desire his return to me, but I am afraid that he has fallen under the spell of the sea. It seems he does not wish to see his homeland again. One smaller favor is all I ask. Whether you accomplish this or not, does not matter. If you can convince my son Legolas to return to his father, it shall make me very joyful. That is all I ask.”

Isilya, now weighted down with multiple burdens, began to question her decision to go. But, if the King had entrusted her with such important tasks, then it must show how deeply he trusts her. As one weight lifted off her chest, another settled down, but she would not give in and disappoint her lord. The tasks were simple enough, it seemed to her, but what if Nefros asked of her tasks? She would simply turn the subject and hope that it would not be brought up again.

She stepped into the doorway of her dwelling. She could hear Nefros humming something to himself that sounded unfamiliar. Good, she thought, he is making songs again. She went into her room and took out some extra belongings she might need, including parchment and some ink. Now completely prepared, she stepped into Nefros’s room, where he was strumming on a lire.

“I see that you are all prepared for our journey, Isilya.”

“Yes, I just needed to get a few spare things. Are you bringing any of your instruments with you?”