Ilyana and Haldir were standing in front of the heavily crafted oak doors of the main hall where Inyanga and Haldir were sitting. Theodir had called his brother and his wife to tell them their decision.
Ilyana appeared flustered to be in this situation, but over the last few days she felt so liberated from all the emotions, all the agony and all the hatred she had harbored in her heart that standing here right now in front of the closed door, felt lighter. It was as if her body was levitating in the space she had left behind in her youth. Hundreds of years of living with the hatred for Theodir and pining for his younger brother, agonized her heart. She wasted so much precious time when all she had to do was look over her shoulder and her husband was standing there. Her throat bobbed and she swallowed her saliva.
"Should we go in?" he asked tenderly, as he tucked a stray strand of her golden hair behind her ears.
