It was late at night when tári ended her story.
When the early day showed its first rays of lights, tári summoned Eryndor.
She had been weighing the pros and cons before she took her final judgement with regard to Eryndor. It was a hard judgement, but dura lex, sed lex.
She awaited him outside her palace, because she would not honor him by receiving him inside a place that is dear to her.
When Eryndor arrived he kneeled before tári and bowed his head. Tári noticed that he was wearing the jewels of his house and function, and ordered him to remove them.
With some reluctance Eryndor took of his crown, the earrings and the jewel on his forehead.
Next, Eryndor was well raised and knew he could not bear his sword before the Elvish Queen.. He took it off and laid it before tári.
While doing so he addressed her: "I lay my faith in your hands, your highness."
Patiently he awaited tári's reaction. "You are henceforth banished and will no longer enjoy the gift of immortality." Eryndor was mumbling: "No, no....no, no, no." " Furthermore, what the beast you bonded with is concerned..." Tári noticed that Eryndor reached for his sword again.
"What do you think you are doing?" "I am taking back my birth right, which is my sword and the right to ride and bond with a dragon. Who are you to judge me? I am as much royalty as you are. I should be king. You cannot tell me what to do." Eryndor stood up, sheathed his sword and grabbed the spear on his back.
Later that day other elves would find tári dead and a bloody spear with the emblem of Eryndor's house next to her, as if someone wanted the message to be clear.