Soul Seeker (The World of Lasniniar Book 1) by Jacquelyn Smith Read Free Book Online

Lasniniar; people who could use the magic of the Quenya without having to be near it, and without the risk of fading. Three of us were bred by crossing the best of the Linadar , dwarves, and Greater Men, with the help of the Quenya.
    “Numarin, Feoras, and I were born. We were raised in Melaquenya by the lord and lady themselves. They taught us the ways of the Quenya so we could manipulate the three elements most elves do not concern themselves with: air, water, and fire. We were created as a counterbalance to the Forsworn, who had begun to roam the lands.”
    A look of pain crossed Lysandir’s features. “Saviadro learned of our existence and decided he wanted one of us for himself. We were still young and corruptible.
    “There was a dwarf named Hilgur. His wife was part of the breeding program that produced the Learnéd. Saviadro had his forces abduct Hilgur’s son, Bilrugo. His creatures told Hilgur he would only see his son again if he delivered one of the Learnéd in exchange.
    “Bilrugo was Hilgur’s only son. In those days, dwarves entered Melaquenya freely, and his wife still lived there. I was the first child he found.”
    Lysandir’s eyes closed. “Hilgur told me a surprise was waiting for me outside the forest. I had always wanted to see the outside world, and I trusted him. Young and untried, the dark creatures overpowered me easily. They gave Hilgur his son and fled north with me in their custody. Saviadro was very pleased. He wanted to raise me as his own pet Learnéd One. At first, I resisted. But no one came to rescue me.
    “Eventually I reasoned if I pretended to go along with Saviadro’s plans, I might be given enough freedom to escape. It took a long time for me to earn his trust. I spent hundreds of years in Mar Valion at his side before I was able to slip from his grasp. Even then, I had to turn to the Forbidden Pool to find a way out of the dark lands.”
    “Saviadro didn’t try to stop you?” Barlo asked.
    “He did not realize I was missing until it was too late. I never fully communed with the Stariquenya, so he had no link to track me.”
    Barlo frowned.
    “I know what you are thinking,” Lysandir said. “I have seen that look many times before. Did Saviadro allow me to escape? Am I a spy? As I fled for Melaquenya, I was met with those same questions as people realized who I was. I was shunned. Only Iadrawyn and Valanandir were convinced of my story.
    “I spent the next few hundred years wandering the lands, making up for lost time. When I didn’t immediately betray the Free Races to the Fallen One, some began to think perhaps my story was true. But I am still considered an outcast and potential traitor by many, all because of Hilgur.”
    The only sound that answered Lysandir’s words was the occasional crackle of the campfire. Finally, Barlo broke the silence.
    “What happened to Hilgur?”
    “He tried to return to Dwarvenhome with his son, but the dwarves had already learned of his folly. He was banished. The elves closed Melaquenya to all outsiders and communication with the dwarves ceased. He and his wife and his son traveled on what is now called Traitor’s Road. They went to Dwarfhaven, to live in exile.”
    “And they were welcomed there?” Barlo’s expression was shocked.
    “For a time.” Lysandir sighed. “But the machinations of Saviadro went deeper than Hilgur suspected. While Bilrugo was held hostage by Saviadro’s creatures, one of the Forsworn had corrupted him. In Dwarfhaven, he began to sow discord among the dwarves while creating his own, loyal faction.
    “His actions led to the Dwarven Wars, where the clans battled over the legacy of Hilgur and Bilrugo. Saviadro’s plan was successful. He had managed to turn some of his enemies against one another. After many years, the clans who supported Bilrugo were wiped out and the history behind the wars was conveniently forgotten.”
    “I had no idea.” Barlo gave himself a shake. “We’ve had no contact