6. Chapter 6
The next day….
It was barely daylight when I was woken by voices in Bronwyn’s kitchen. Herself, and two other female voices I did not know, one clearly a child.
I hear Bronwyn enter the room ‘You awake, Maglor?’ she whispers.
‘Yes’, I say, sitting up, much to the cat’s disgust, as it complains loudly. ‘Who is in the kitchen? I ask.
‘The neighbours, the ones I told you about last night. My best friend Anita, and her daughter Nicole. We are going out, we go every year to my husband’s grave early. I have told them who and what you are’.
‘Why’?
‘Because if you’re going to stay here, you will see quite a bit of these two. They’re trustworthy or I would not have told them. Now, we’ll be gone a couple of hours, so just make yourself at home, OK.
‘I might go for a walk, I have some belongings hidden in the park land on the other side of town’.
‘Ok, just lock the door when you leave’, she whispers
‘Why are we whispering?’, I ask her
‘Don’t want Anita to know you are awake. She needs a bit of time to get used to that you are a real elf, or she might freak out when she sees you. She’s a bit nervous’ Bronwyn answers.
‘I see’, I say, at a loss for much else to say.
‘I’ll catch you later then,’ Bronwyn winks at me as she leaves the room.
I hear the door bang shut, and then a car start. I decide some kind of a hot drink might be nice, and maybe some food if I can find some. A few minutes later I am back in the Living room, a cup of tea, and plate of toast and marmalade in my hands.
Now I have a chance to examine the scroll Bronwyn found in Egypt. As I eat I read what is clearly a copy of the original. A deep sense of unease grows in me as I read, for this tells of Elves, and gives directions how to find the straight road to the Undying Lands. I turn it over, as both sides and see maps of Valinor. Bloody hell, I swore to myself, this should never have been found. Now I must stay here, and if Bronwyn goes back to Egypt next month, I am going to have to find an excuse to accompany her, to see what else should not be there.
I decide I had better collect my things from where I hid them two days ago, not that I fear anything will have been interfered with, as I laid a protection spell on them, but I am going to need some of my things.
It is full day as I left the house, carefully locking the door behind me. I am not bothered by how to get back in, as I will be gone about two hours, and I expect Bronwyn will be back by then.
It was barely daylight when I was woken by voices in Bronwyn’s kitchen. Herself, and two other female voices I did not know, one clearly a child.
I hear Bronwyn enter the room ‘You awake, Maglor?’ she whispers.
‘Yes’, I say, sitting up, much to the cat’s disgust, as it complains loudly. ‘Who is in the kitchen? I ask.
‘The neighbours, the ones I told you about last night. My best friend Anita, and her daughter Nicole. We are going out, we go every year to my husband’s grave early. I have told them who and what you are’.
‘Why’?
‘Because if you’re going to stay here, you will see quite a bit of these two. They’re trustworthy or I would not have told them. Now, we’ll be gone a couple of hours, so just make yourself at home, OK.
‘I might go for a walk, I have some belongings hidden in the park land on the other side of town’.
‘Ok, just lock the door when you leave’, she whispers
‘Why are we whispering?’, I ask her
‘Don’t want Anita to know you are awake. She needs a bit of time to get used to that you are a real elf, or she might freak out when she sees you. She’s a bit nervous’ Bronwyn answers.
‘I see’, I say, at a loss for much else to say.
‘I’ll catch you later then,’ Bronwyn winks at me as she leaves the room.
I hear the door bang shut, and then a car start. I decide some kind of a hot drink might be nice, and maybe some food if I can find some. A few minutes later I am back in the Living room, a cup of tea, and plate of toast and marmalade in my hands.
Now I have a chance to examine the scroll Bronwyn found in Egypt. As I eat I read what is clearly a copy of the original. A deep sense of unease grows in me as I read, for this tells of Elves, and gives directions how to find the straight road to the Undying Lands. I turn it over, as both sides and see maps of Valinor. Bloody hell, I swore to myself, this should never have been found. Now I must stay here, and if Bronwyn goes back to Egypt next month, I am going to have to find an excuse to accompany her, to see what else should not be there.
I decide I had better collect my things from where I hid them two days ago, not that I fear anything will have been interfered with, as I laid a protection spell on them, but I am going to need some of my things.
It is full day as I left the house, carefully locking the door behind me. I am not bothered by how to get back in, as I will be gone about two hours, and I expect Bronwyn will be back by then.
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