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thilion entered the great hall and when Iavas saw him, she ran gracefully over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, ensnaring him in a loving daughter's hug. "Father!" she nearly shouted with joy. "You're back! How was the hunt?" Ithilion looked into his daughter's sparkling green eyes that were nearly a reflection of his own. "Precious daughter, why would you want your pretty head filled with such details?" He gave her a warm smile. She returned the smile with one almost exactly like it.
Ithilion squeezed his daughter affectionately around the waist and kissed her forehead. "If you must know," he began. "I must know!" said Iavas, giggling. "Alright, then. It went well. We started out in the Northwest quadrant of our woods. Do you know it?" "I know it well," Iavas assured him. "Well, we'd come upon." he continued telling his daughter about the hunt, which wasn't very much to hear about, but she drank up the details like a good draught of wine.
Ithilion was worried by the look of adventure in his daughter's eyes. She should not enjoy hearing tales of hunting; she was a lady, after all. "Hmm," he said. "I see it in your eyes." "What do you see, Father?" Iavas asked, wondering why he'd made the sudden change in conversation. "Myself, at your age. I don't want you getting any wild-eyed ideas of adventure. You are a lady, after all, and-"
"Oh, Father," Iavas sighed. "Do not concern yourself." "And why not?" asked the elven king. "Even though one may dream, one does not go carelessly off on a mad adventure. Not an elf, at any rate. Perhaps humans might, but not I." She tried to hide her look of disappointment, and succeeded for her father. He looked relived and they released each other from their embrace.
Iavas glided up the stairs to her chamber and her father sat at the head of the massive table. The elven servant whisked out his table settings and bowed himself form the room. Another elf filled his goblet with a sweet- scented golden wine and filled his bowl with stew. Once the servant had gone, Ithilion ate in silence, pondering over his daughter's remark.
thilion entered the great hall and when Iavas saw him, she ran gracefully over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, ensnaring him in a loving daughter's hug. "Father!" she nearly shouted with joy. "You're back! How was the hunt?" Ithilion looked into his daughter's sparkling green eyes that were nearly a reflection of his own. "Precious daughter, why would you want your pretty head filled with such details?" He gave her a warm smile. She returned the smile with one almost exactly like it.
Ithilion squeezed his daughter affectionately around the waist and kissed her forehead. "If you must know," he began. "I must know!" said Iavas, giggling. "Alright, then. It went well. We started out in the Northwest quadrant of our woods. Do you know it?" "I know it well," Iavas assured him. "Well, we'd come upon." he continued telling his daughter about the hunt, which wasn't very much to hear about, but she drank up the details like a good draught of wine.
Ithilion was worried by the look of adventure in his daughter's eyes. She should not enjoy hearing tales of hunting; she was a lady, after all. "Hmm," he said. "I see it in your eyes." "What do you see, Father?" Iavas asked, wondering why he'd made the sudden change in conversation. "Myself, at your age. I don't want you getting any wild-eyed ideas of adventure. You are a lady, after all, and-"
"Oh, Father," Iavas sighed. "Do not concern yourself." "And why not?" asked the elven king. "Even though one may dream, one does not go carelessly off on a mad adventure. Not an elf, at any rate. Perhaps humans might, but not I." She tried to hide her look of disappointment, and succeeded for her father. He looked relived and they released each other from their embrace.
Iavas glided up the stairs to her chamber and her father sat at the head of the massive table. The elven servant whisked out his table settings and bowed himself form the room. Another elf filled his goblet with a sweet- scented golden wine and filled his bowl with stew. Once the servant had gone, Ithilion ate in silence, pondering over his daughter's remark.
