Tyelkormo felt the sound rather than heard it: a thrill, a vibration, that seemed to go through the earth and then through him, his skin and spine and limbs, pulling him straight out of sleep.
whenever he felt tired and discouraged, came to him, jolted him, called him, pulled at his heart. Twice again he was on the verge of catching them, and yet did not.
"He did follow us."
"He found us."
"But he had given up..."
"Yet we caught him."
"We caught him at last."
"Stubborn Elves?" the man answered, smiling. "Yes. This is how we snare you."**