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.
Elrond
So we walk together, trusting the wind and the stones that appear, and let the path unfold.
Volk
We walk side by side, and the wind carries our silence into the next chapter.