Book 11: Chapter 29.5
Mom released me and wiped the corners of her mouth as the string of saliva between us broke. Mom would’ve swallowed that string of saliva if she could. She looked at me with an amorous look, and then stroked my face gently. She kissed my cheek again with a smile. Voice soft, she said, “My son, I’m so glad. I’m so glad that you’re back. Mommy is so glad to see you. Let Mommy hug you. Mommy wants to kiss you some more.”
“Put that aside for now, Vyvyan.”
I finally noticed that there was somebody in the chair that had its back facing toward me. It was an old elf. His white hair was eye-catching. It was as if I was looking at the snow in the North. I didn’t know who he was. I had never seen him before, but I felt a sense of familiarity…
He noticed my puzzlement, so he chuckled. “Hello, my dear child. Perhaps you have never seen me before, but I saw your every moment as a child. I am your grandpa, Zelal. I went to the deep part of the tribe’s forest when you were growing up to explore how to communicate with god.”
“Ah!! Grandpa. Hello, grandpa. This is my first time seeing you.”
I never thought he was my grandpa, in other words, Vyvyan’s father. Obviously, that made him my grandpa…
The elder laughed. Vyvyan clicked her tongue with displeasure next to my ear. It seemed that she was upset, as affection hour was interrupted.
“It’s all right. However, I am very pleased with your transformation. You are most certainly our Galadriel tribe’s proud descendant. You conquered the North this time, which means that you must’ve seen the elves we exiled to the North, right?”
I nodded. “That is right. The elves in the North were surprisingly the rulers of the North, as well. Although their power to rule was stolen, there is no question that they ruled the North before that. That must also be why the North never attacked us. The elves in the North still had feelings for us.”