Speaks to the Trees
Epilogue
An Orc and his human companion walked hand in hand, through stands of spring flowers at the edge of a wood. As they went the two talked and laughed softly together.
The path they were taking meandered its way gradually uphill, wending in and out of cover, under the branches of twist-trunked, ancient old trees. And the two continued on their way, at times in the open, at others in the shade-dappled gloom beneath the trees, neither out in full starlight or swathed in green darkness but always together, somewhere in-between.
THE END