Troubled

First there was Tir's reading of the tarot. as he sat before the Faerie Witch and watched, he could tell she was deeply troubled by what she saw. So much so that she 'accidentally' pushed the cards from the table to the floor. This however was the least of his worries. He would speak to Tir alone later and learn what he could about what she had seen in the cards for him.

Of a more immediate concern to him was this K'ryn woman and her friend Andrew. They had attempted to kill Myra once already and last evening in the tower admitted they were not finished trying. Glor had made it plain to the both of them that he wouldn't tolerate there threats against her and that they were not welcome. He would do his duty and stand against there threats.

The most troubling however was the conversation he had with his wife at home. His brow furrowed deeply as he recalled the talk. She voiced that he was treating two cases of others attacking elves differently out of personal feelings for Myra. A similar accusation had been made by others just a week or so before. The knowledge that others felt such hurt him terribly.

As much as Glorfindle tried to explain his stance he couldn't seem to get his point across. Myra had done something foolish and rash. She had gone to the enemy of the elves in an attempt to gain his confidence and learn what she could of his plans. A brave yet stupid thing to try and pull of against one as old and wicked as Mord'sythe. As a result, Myra found herself in a similar position as Dolenamo was in. A 'slave' of sorts to the Daemon Baal'morda. Myra had attacked other elves on two occasions. Feelings among some were that Myra should be run out of the glade or imprisoned. Glor was ready and willing to do what he had to...yet this wasn't a simple case of an elf choosing the path of wickedness and throwing aside the Elven Way. Myra had allowed evil to taint her, yet he knew for a fact that she was not wicked.

Glor was convinced that Myra needed help. Her mind not her own. She is an elf of Tel'Mithrim in trouble and Glor had no choice but to try and aid her. After discussion with others of the Ostar, Glor decided it would be enough to keep close tabs on Myra's movements within the glade, until help for her could be found and rendered. He wasn't sure why some could not see things this same way and were so intolerant of her, but he was sure that if HE had allowed personal feelings to get in the way of his actions, it wasn't because it was Myra in trouble. He would have done the same for any member of his family. Had it been Camris, or Kirel, or even Strongbow he would have reacted the same.

K'ryn and Andrew were a different matter. He had seen and witnessed her actions before. She wasn't under some Daemon's spell and acted of her own twisted will. She and Andrew seemed to take pride in the dripping venom of there clever tongues. They were malicious and thoroughly evil...and attempting to murder an elf. That Glor would not stand for.

Glor stood and straightened his tunic. Forgetting his pole, he enchanted the words of power that would return him to his home. As it came into focus before him he frowned slightly. The knowledge that other elves, elves close to him, could be so intolerant of another in need made him feel physically ill and the accusations of having a double standard had cut him more deeply and painfully than a poisoned dagger.

For the second time that day he thought of simply stepping down from the Ostar tel'Taur. It would surely allow him to lead a simpler life. Inside, however he knew that wasn't the answer. Tel'Ruid was his home, he would continue to defend it, along with the other Ostar, to the best of his ability. He cursed the position he found himself in at this time. He felt trapped between those he loved most and the home he was sworn to protect.

His thoughts turned again to his wife as he mounted the steps to the porch of his home. Despite all, he loved her more dearly than anyone he had ever known. Knowing they may never see eye to eye on this issue meant little. He sighed softly as he opened the door and stepped inside. He would slip upstairs and find the rest that had eluded him the night before.