As the day dragged on into evening, it seemed that everyone was staying on each others good sides with (relative) ease. Beren and Geradin had spoken at length in Dwarvish, before Alice sat down and joined them at her chair. Even Vanya had a small conversation with Calanon. The Elvish tongue was relatively the same between Silver Elf and Wood Elf, but Vanya was used to the Wood Elven speak. None knew what they said however. Harvan's attempts at cutting the Elven silk were lackluster. It seemed the fabric was as sturdy as the Elven Princess had claimed.

After everyone had eaten their fill and had full stomachs of wine and water, Vanya gracefully stood out of her chair, and placed her palms together. Her bejeweled cuffs upon her wrists clacked lightly. "Very well, if everyone is ready to depart then I shall prepare the summoning spell." Calanon the Ranger stood up, and led An-Hassat outside and to Borgach the Red Elk. The beast was grazing upon some grass, lifting its head as its friend approached. 

"Brogach," Calanon said to his mount, reaching out and smoothing his mane, just past his great antlers. "This is a friend. You're to take him to the Falenthoren Glade, do you understand?" He spoke to the Elk as if the beast could perfectly decipher his words, and it seemed Brogach could. The Elk bowed its head and allowed An-Hassat to mount his back. Once he did so, he would take him to the destination with great haste. The journey there would be passed the mile long bridge over the beautiful river shining with the reflection of the moon, and into the great forest past gulleys, huge trees, and thick brush.

Inside, Vanya closed her eyes. Her bosom swelled lightly under her robes as she breathed in. Suddenly her eyes opened, and the faint glow they often gave off was now immense and blinding. Her hands spun and flourished, multicolored lights of magic swirling and twirling around the inside of the common room as she spoke in an ancient and forgotten tongue. Suddenly there was a great flash, and just before they were transported they could see arcane symbols of light in the air. 
[hider=OOC Note]Those magic users here would only recognize a sparse few of her words. Elvish magic being much more advanced and ancient. Their incantations would almost be like comparing English to Old English.[/hider]

In a few moments the Companions, save An-Hassat, were now standing inside a very serene and ethereal glade filled with fireflies. The grass beneath them was as soft as a feathered pillow, and apparently devoid of insects. A few ribbits of a frog could be heard from somewhere distant. Vanya stood before them, clutching her staff. The glow of her eyes diminishing before them. "Welcome to the Falenthoren Glade. It is here where we will reside for night to rest and sleep. I will leave you once my strength recovers, for I shall be missed in Riverhope. My half sister will greet you tomorrow a few miles to the east of here." 

Beren looked around, unused to such magic. He glanced at Geradin, and the two shared a look. "Ye ever seen something like that afore?" the Dwarf asked Alice. Beren let out a breath, and plopped down on his rump near the center of the glade. Everyone's packs and equipment were here as well. "How far away is this?" he asked Vanya. "5 miles to the east of the river. Quite a long way via magic."
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