Volk & Elrond
Elrond
Volk, I've heard your wanderings echo in the old tales—what do you feel when a story fades into silence?
Volk
When a story fades, I feel the wind sigh over its quiet pages, a hollow echo that hums with untold possibilities. It reminds me that even silence can be a path waiting to be walked.
Elrond
Indeed, silence can be a quiet teacher, guiding us toward paths we have yet to write.
Volk
Silence is the quiet hand that points out the next step, and I follow it like a trail that hasn't been marked yet.
Elrond
A steady trail, then, where each quiet breath nudges you forward. Trust the wind; it knows where the next stone lies.
Volk
I trust the wind too, and the stones simply show themselves when the path bends.