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Kicking, leaping, and lost in a world lost to all those more than a few months old, the small black fawn was oblivious as the approaching filly to their coming together. Spinning and leaping from one snow drift to another his little heart pounding against the growing cold. So freeing to have his own space, to wondrous to feel this tingle in his spin and pure electricity snapping from his very hooves. Leaping. Kicking. Spinning. Horse. The small dark frame fawn froze with a snort. Legs, wide in the snow, held tense, but not in a fear. This creature was not at all like the others he had met. She was HIS size. A wild grin began to grow on the tiny fawn’s face. His size! He didn’t know they came in his size! Look at her! She was simply beautiful (of course everyone was to the small fawn). Oh but look at her eyes! They reflected the same black white as his he had seen in the heated pool’s reflection. Same size, same eyes, the fawn instantly connected it was all meant to be. She was connected to him, in one way or the other.

Dark little tail began to wag as his new friend looked just as excited at him. What a beautiful lady! She needed a name! Her coat was white, like gloss [snow], but she was so much prettier! She was a like a fain [cloud], but that wasn’t right, she gave light, not took it away. The Anor [ sun] was not white, but it could be. Oh but the anor uin elenath [sun of the night=moon] was colored as she. Anoruinelenath was quite a mouthful though. So Anornath would do. The little fawn bubbling at her name, not thinking she had her own did tingle with excitement. And like electricity it broke between them and the girl leapt from her place, her body twisting with more grace and beauty than the fawn could imagine. And there! Look she flashes her roviel [wings]! They did not burn like the great dark beast but how beautiful they looked by her sides! Coming down she snaps to look at the little fawn, daring him. He needed no other encouragement.

Boldly, he calls her by name. “BLEAAAAT” Which was meant to sound out like Anornath, but it would have to do. The small fawn felt more than equal to the task though and band back on his hooves, his tiny head bowing down, he readies like a spring. He’ll show Anornath he can be just as graceful and powerful as she. The black spotted one leaps forward, his hinds kicking out, and head arched back as he tussles into the snow and maybe even into her. Then he’s off. Kicking about the drifts which he sink in, limiting his run quite a bit. He would show her. Twisting back around, his instincts take over and his head levels towards her such as when his ancestors would call for their antlers. Haldir of course had none, but it didn’t stop him. Calling out again the small fawn leaps forward frolicking and kicking about. His tiny maw reaches out to brush against the girl and then he keeps on running, begging her into a game of tag. Racing with the wilds of free soul. In the air of youth. Not a care in this good world.



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OOC:: @[Aithniel] Thranduil will be coming in the next post. =]