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This was new. The little fawn picked up his tiny hoof and placed it in the snow, watching it sink in and disappear. Pulling it back out he placed it again with a growing smile on his small maw. Another hoof was placed in this white powder, and it sent chills up his little body from the cold wet touch. The spotted little head rose and he looks out over the expanse below this hide away. They were up in a cave and below stretched a beautiful pristine wonderland of this white stuff. When it had been falling, as the gold had carried on his back, the small fawn here, he had called it something….what was it…oh! Gloss [snow]. It was so lovely now in the morning light, it looked just like his most favorite thing, geil, [stars], though it still could not compare to the elenath [night sky], it was simply wondrous. A youthful flurry of spirit whirled up inside the small fawn. Looking back into the cave he watched the golden. How could that creature be asleep at a time like this? There was so much to do and explore. Since he had left this place the deer had tried to do as the gold said, to stay hidden, and wait, to learn what the gold had to teach him. But had not the gold left on his own adventures? Shouldn’t Haldir?

With a bold large inhale the tiny fawn looked away from the sleeping gold and slipped outside into the early morning white wonderland. Though the winter had pushed through one last snow fall, the spring sun was doing its best to warm the frozen valley. The black spotted little one dashed down the mountain side, in blissful ignorance of the danger. Fear, was not something the gold had taught this child, and without his natural parents to teach him the caution of his ancestors, there was little to stop this little one from a naïve dash through the snow. At last in the pines the small fawn kicked up his heels. His black spotted coat grew whiter and whiter with frost and snow as he dodged about the trees, laughing out into the still morning with a childish joy. How freeing it felt to have his own space. Marching through his new found kingdom he commanded the audience of thauns [pine trees], and practiced more the proud trot that had made the golden smile. He had enjoyed being preened by the gold, and still did desire to be with him, but here, in the pines, without him, felt so….natural. Rearing up and kicking out at a low pine branch the little fawn took off through the grove, weaving and laughing in the rush of adrenaline.

Then it all came to an end. The black spotted fawn slid to a stop. Before him was a wide expanse, with no pine trees. It was not fear that stopped him, but simply the enormity of what surrounded him. The fawn was small and had seen so few things, that the mountains which towered on the other side of the valley made him stop in his tracks. He wished he had a name for them, to called them what they were. They were the tallest things he had ever seen, and looked to touch the sky. Garoelenath [Hold the night sky]. It fit them, the small deer decided, as they reached seemed to reach up and hold the sky (plus those were the only words he could put together for it). Small brown head, dusted with snow looked about before him. He wanted to climb up to the garoelenath and hold the sky too! Wouldn’t the gold be proud?! He should go get the gold, and perhaps they could go together!

The gold… A worried face passed over the tiny creature and he looked back into the forest. Where was the gold? Having dashed through the pines and all around, the fawn had lost all sense of where the cave was. Large ears fell back for the first time, but a resolution passed over his face. The gold was never afraid so neither would he. Perhaps if he stepped out of the trees he could see where the cave was up on the rocks? Yeah, that sounded good, besides, that meant he could go closer to the garoelenath.

So stepping out boldly, like a proud stag, he came from the shelter of the pines into the meadow. The snow here was thicker, and though concerned about where the cave and the gold was, the small fawn could not help but be taken away in excitement as he sank up to his tiny under sides in the snow. Kicking about, Haldir quickly got lost in the fun again and in jumps and light laughter he jumped from one snow drift to another. Danger being unknown to him, the fawn was near oblivious to what went on far beyond him, and was lost in his childish winter wonders, turning snow drifts into garoelenaths and his youthfulness into courage.


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OOC:: @[Aithniel] Thranduil will come soon, but at least for a second Haldir wanted to play. =]