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Legolas stepped out the gloom of the forest around him, inhaling the sweet air. "Finally somewhere I can get away from the world." He walked deeper into the forest, enjoying the peaceful silence of the night. He climbed up a tall oak and sat on one of the highest branches, watching the stars twinkle in the sky above him.
"Legolas? Why are we here?" the little blonde elfling asked. He had followed his older brother up the tree and sat down on Legolas' lap.
"Because brother needed to have some peace away from the busy world." Legolas smiled at the elfling. "The trees help me relax. The stars are pretty tonight."
The elfling looked up through the tree branches at the sky. "Legolas, who made the stars?"
Legolas smiled at the boy's question. "Eru made the stars. He put them all in the sky and told them to shine bright so that it would never be really dark."
"Oh," said the boy thoughtfully. "Then the stars are Eru's nightlights?"
Legolas laughed. "Yes, little one, they are Eru's nightlights."