[ Maglor's breath leaves him in another long hiss, and he cannot help the spark of fury in his eyes at Vanyel's obvious state.
I did not think observes Curufin That humans could Fade, but this one is certainly trying
He takes the two steps into the room, closes the door, and then pulls Vanyel into his arms, the same way he used to comfort his brothers and cousins and fosterlings, hand coming up to card through snow-white locks, voice crooning comfort ]
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I did not think observes Curufin That humans could Fade, but this one is certainly trying
He takes the two steps into the room, closes the door, and then pulls Vanyel into his arms, the same way he used to comfort his brothers and cousins and fosterlings, hand coming up to card through snow-white locks, voice crooning comfort ]
Oh Vanyel. I am sorry, Órecalimo.