Mated to the Night Wolf
he stopped for a second, clearing his throat, gaze meeting mine, before continuing, quieter this time, "I remembered seeing a copy of an Eleven book somewhere in the castle."
"So we do have elven books," I register. The thought is more exciting than I anticipated, "they must be centuries old."
The Master agrees, "Yes, but the Elves have mastered the art of preservation. It is not only their lives that could go on for centuries, but even their armor, their plants, and their books," he replied.
I am more in awe of this than anything else, "It must have been magic then. To live for centuries?" I ask, searching his eyes.