King Elk Forest oh, i just can't wait to be king!

her answer is vague at first, and he wonders if she doesn't want to be pushed -- but then she adds more and it begins to make more sense. though what unsavory business entails delight can only guess at. he wants to know more immediately but has the barest minimum tact and so keeps his mouth shut until she questions him in return.

well, fair enough. "very far north," he says, "by a set of mountains. but the place is long gone now. avalanche." only months ago the story was impossible to share, lodged in his throat, but time has eased the sting of his losses. "s'why i took up being a historian for tindómë," he adds absently, glancing at her.