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‘Enna!’ As the voice reaches you, you sigh, hastily dropping the plants that you had collected the night before in the little cave before turning and trotting out back in to the frigid air. It hits you hard as you breathe in, the coldness of it resonating in your lungs, whipping at your tired face, though it does little to pull the heaviness from your eyelids. The fresh snow encumbers you little, your slender legs picking through it at a lope towards the direction the voice came, the center of the valley. It is not long until two shapes, one darker, smaller, and the other gold, stand out against the whiteness of the snow. You smile warmly at the little deer next to your golden lord as you approach, wishing to play with him once more but not daring to. Even you understand that you have been called for a reason, and, with a nod to the little buck you turn your attention to the golden, offering a dying smile to him and a respectful dip of your head as you draw to a pause in front of the pair. Arah had been upset with this one, convinced he had done something wrong, was unfit to rule anything, let alone this herd. You do not know, as you did not then, whether he had done something to upset her or if he had deserved her scorn, a wolf amongst not sheep but lions, nonetheless hiding, if she sensed something about him that everyone else overlooked. “My lord?” Perhaps, you muse, eyes locking on his young face, perhaps he just needs a chance. |
@[Thranduil]♥
