Last page, inspired by a dream I had!
The weeks rolled by, and as Nienor said, she did everything she could to find a way to return Eltirith to normal. Eltirith was not ill-treated, either. He was given a bed to roost on and fed with some of the finest meats. He was trained and pampered as any flying mount of the Alliance was. Though it was not too bad a luxury, he missed Quel'thalas. How could he go home, though, looking like he did? How could he face his own kind?
Finally, after consulti...