We followed Mirdraut (@peasant-player) and gran into the forest. Mirdraut did some weird glowing elf stuff again and asked gran, if she still worked for the scary eyed boss. I did not quite understand what the rest of this means. It sounded a lot like elvish chants and Aewlir stop whispering in my ear! Wait, they are talking again! SHUT up Dagam!
Grandma: *giggles* Killing me! Yeah, I bet you would like that. Many would. *laughes* I once heard weird white birds close to the see scream and ever since then... the west holds some allure. Like the pain of an old festering wound that gets better when I think of what is behind the sea. The dread lieutenant has no power over me. Not that he did not try at all, but he never put that much effort into it. The war got more important for him, I'd guess. And once mother had died I had no reason to stay. My magic got stronger once I left though. It is strongest clost to water. And... what do you mean with kin? Do you know my forefathers? Do you think this Maedhros might be... related to me?
Mirdraut: What you experience sounds like some kind of sea longing, my friend, and I am sorry for the ache it causes you. If it befalles us elves we tend to sail to the blessed realm of Valinor, where the Valar wath over us, though I am quite sure orcs would not be able to go there. Though I am glad to hear that you are not a slave of Sauron the deceiver. He is the one that, together with Morgoth, imprisoned the noldorian prince Maedhros in the fortress of Angband. There they tried to break him in unimaginable ways for many years, until his cousin and close friend Fingon came to save the prince. But Maedhros was changed when he returned. Angry and violent. I... I have reason to believe that he might be your father, Virdshum. You share his hair and his hight. The magic you carry is not uncommon with the noble Noldor of old...
Grandma: You... you found my father. *sits down, completely baffled* First you help my dear Zrii, my last living grandchild, then you heal Smakulkodar, daughter and heir of my warlord, and now you found my father? You must be a blessing send by my forefathers! Say, did you know him well? Can you tell me about him? About his family? About his magic?
... ZRII, DAGAM! AREN'T YOU SUPPOSED TO BE ON GUARD DUTY?
Well, ghehehe. Time to run!