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How Legolas Got His Braids Chapter four: I Don't Want to Lose you.
July 3, 171
Nenimë and Legolas were walking in the woods together and talking. They had grown to be very good friends, but had convinced themselves that they felt nothing more than friendship. They were so close in fact; that whenever they were together, people almost mistook them as brother and sister. Each time this happened they would simply laugh and shake their heads.
So the years passed and before either of them knew it Nenimë was 109 and Legolas was 126.
Nenimë had grown very beautiful indeed and was fair to look upon. She looked to be around sixteen in mortal years now, and she was for the most part done aging. From then on the aging process would slow considerably.
She kept her hair so that it fell to the middle of her back, and it had gotten to be such a light blonde that it almost looked silver. She had grown to be a few inches shorter than Legolas, and was strong in the arms and legs yet thin and lithe. Her pale skin still glowed all the brighter each time she looked at the moon. Her eyes hadn't changed either, unless you listen to Legolas, who swears they are silver and not grey.
Legolas looked more or less the same. He still had shiny blonde hair that fell to the middle of his back and he still wore it in the same way every single day: half of it pulled back into a ponytail with a few extra pieces that always fell in front of his ears. He had grown to around six feet tall and, like Nenimë, had a thin muscular build and smooth creamy skin. His voice had changed so that it was deeper but very smooth and made him sound wise beyond his short years. His eyes were still the same piercing violet- blue and almost looked deeper as time went on and he became wiser.
Cara wasn't with them at the moment so it was just the two of them. For the past eighty-seven years, since that morning in the clearing, they had spent all of their time together, and oftentimes without Cara. It wasn't that she wasn't their friend, just that she wasn't as close to either of the two as they were to each other. Legolas and Nenimë knew more about each other than they did themselves sometimes. They could almost communicate without speech and finished each other's sentences.
Then there was the fact that Carabrethil had only grown to about five feet tall, very short by an elf's standards. Sure she could run and jump but not very fast or high, which made it easy for Legolas and Nenimë to fake a race and run off into the forest. Cara never thought that when she gave Nenimë her twenty-second birthday present that she would be losing her best friend.
But at the present, Legolas and Nenimë were walking through the forest one afternoon talking about anything and everything, when Lily burst through the bushes nearby. Legolas turned to Nenimë and they both rolled their eyes. *She is never going to take the hint, is she?* Nenimë thought at Legolas. Legolas only had to look into her eyes for a moment to know what she was thinking.
He shrugged and sighed a bit.
"Vendui (Hello), Cara!" Nenimë said with a smile.
"Hello, Cara." Legolas muttered, crossing his arms. Lily, although taking a moment to catch her breath, blushed. It was common knowledge that Cara was quite fond of Legolas.
"Hello, Nennie. Legolas!" She said cheerfully, bowing her head respectfully to Legolas when she greeted him. Her hair had turned a shining auburn color and it curled into little ringlets so that whenever she moved they bounced. She was one of the most beautiful elves in Greenwood and it seemed that the only elf in the town that didn't notice her beauty was Legolas (which somewhat puzzled Nenimë).
Nenimë glanced over at Legolas and he glanced back and winked once.
"Vendui Carad." (Hello Red) Nenimë said.
".Want to play some tree tag?" Legolas finished.
Cara made a face. "Oh come on, that's a child's game!"
"Well I'm certainly not in a hurry to grow up." Nenimë shot back.
"Lle ere' vee' iant vee' lle tyava." (You are only as old as you feel) Legolas said.
"You two really need to stop doing that?"
"Uma." (Doing)
".Mani?" (What)
"Tanya! Llie tela ilya n'atie quentellie ar' ta maa iluve llie quena. here." (That! You finish each other's sentences and it seems as if everything you say is.. Rehearsed!)
"Oh that." Legolas said with a smile and a glance at Nenimë.
"We don't notice it much anymore." Nenimë said.
"It's natural!" Legolas added just as Nenimë finished.
"So are we going to play?" They both said together.
Cara stood and rocked from side to side as if she were nervous and then stomped one foot. "Fine I'll play." Legolas and Nenimë looked at each other for a moment with a hidden glint in their eyes. "But I'm not 'it' first!" She said, sticking her tongue out like a child.
"I'll be 'it'!" Shouted Nenimë excitedly. "I'll give you a fifteen second head start. because I'm nice." She added with a fake innocent grin.
Legolas and Cara both nodded at Nenimë and she shouted, "Go!"
They both ran in separate directions and Nenimë watched Legolas for a moment before she shut her eyes tight and counted out loud to fifteen. "Here I come!" She shouted, running to the nearest tree and jumping lightly onto a branch about three feet above her. She crouched low, sitting like a cat, and looked around for some type of rustling but found none.
So Nenimë listened intently and suddenly sprang up a few branches so that she was nearly twenty-five feet off of the ground. She looked around and jumped to a branch in a tree to her left and looked around again. She saw a slight rustling about fifty feet above her and smiled.
"Legolas." She whispered to herself. She jumped lightly and silently up a few more branches until she could see a glint of golden blonde hair shining in the small circle of sunlight that had broke through the trees. She silently walked across the branch and jumped to a lower branch in the tree Legolas was standing in. She hesitated for one moment, and then jumped up as high as she could reach and grabbed Legolas by the ankle.
He was caught off guard and slipped; falling down a few branches and then swinging gracefully back up. Nenimë clapped and as Legolas gained his composure on the thin branch he smiled up at Nenimë and bowed. He then looked down and made his way smoothly to the ground. Nenimë followed him, landing on the ground a few moments later.
"Gotcha!" She said triumphantly with a wide grin.
Legolas rolled his eyes. "I let you get me."
"Riiight. Of course you let me."
Legolas smiled at her for a moment and then looked up. "Carabrethil! Come down here. I'm it!" He shouted loudly. A few moments later Cara jumped down from a tree a few yards away and ran over to them.
"Do you have any idea how hard it is to climb trees in a tight dress?" She asked, flipping her hair as she walked over to them.
"Than wear leggings and a tunic and." Nenimë.
".not a tight dress." Legolas.
"Maybe you'd actually win some races if you wore ." Nenimë.
".something easier to run in." Legolas.
Cara looked between the two and scowled at the amused looks on their faces.
"Nenimë, you are the only person I know who doesn't wear dresses regularly. Most normal female elves wear only dresses. Tunics and leggings are for guys."
"Where is the fun in that? Dresses are so constraining. I feel like I can't move in them. I'd never be able to beat Legolas if I wore dresses every day."
"And she always beats me." Legolas muttered.
"Alright back to the game." Cara said, eager to get off the subject of Legolas and Nenimë racing each other. alone.together. deep in the woods.
Legolas looked at Nenimë and winked then shouted, "Go!" and Nenimë and Cara jumped off in separate directions.
Nenimë turned and looked at Legolas when she reached the tree she would climb and nodded pointedly towards it. He nodded and closed his eyes while Nenimë jumped up into the tree and out of sight.
The only way to get away from Cara was to get up as high as she could and stay there. Legolas would follow her and they would stay there for a long time until the calls of Cara faded away and they were alone once again. Sure, it was mean. but it was the only way to get rid of her! She simply didn't understand what they had. what they did. She didn't understand them.
So Nenimë jumped from one branch to another until the branches became small and weak and creaked under her weight. She looked down and saw that she was probably two or three hundred feet above the ground and sat down on the branch, leaning against the middle of the tree and waiting for Legolas. The tree kept rustling in protest but she paid no attention to it.
Suddenly the branch she was sitting on snapped and Nenimë was falling before she knew what happened. She reached out for anything she could grab and her left arm hit something. She felt a blinding pain run through her arm as she caught a large branch with one hand and held on tight. She felt her grip weakening though and she didn't have the strength to swing up. It was too high to fall the rest of the way without getting injured. Her arm throbbed painfully and she winced.
"Legolas!" She screamed, "Cara! Somebody help me!" She held on tightly as she could, but felt her grasp slipping. "Legolas!"
Legolas heard the calls and ran to Nenimë's tree and looked up. "Aiya n'uma (Oh no)" he whispered to himself.
He jumped as quickly as he could from branch to branch but he feared she was too high. He placed himself right under her so that if she fell he could catch her. She squealed again and Legolas jumped faster and higher, never tiring or pausing.
He finally reached the branch but Nenimë was holding on by her fingertips and she was slipping. She screamed once more and then let out a little sob of fear.
Legolas took a deep breath and dove, grabbing Nenimë's wrist just as she fell. He was pulled so that he was hanging on by one arm and one foot, but he had Nenimë and she was okay. that was all that mattered. She looked up into his eyes with relief and sniffed again, gripping his wrist tightly.
Legolas slowly pulled himself up and then began to pull Nenimë up inch by inch. As soon as she was halfway up he reached down and swung her leg up and over the branch so that she was safely on. She slowly sat up, trembling, and began to cry.
Legolas gathered Nenimë into his arms and held her as she cried. He noticed her legs and arms were scratched up. She shook slightly, trembling with the fear of what had just happened.
"Uuma dela, amin sinomë. Shhh. (Don't worry, I'm here)" He said, rocking her gently.
They lay there for a long time, until the minutes and hours blended together, but still neither of them moved. They didn't even realize how long they had been there until the sun began to sink lower in the sky, casting shadows on the forest.
But as Nenimë remained in his arms even after she had stopped crying, Legolas realized he didn't want to let go. Her thin body was warm and comforting, and he didn't care about anything except that Nenimë was safe with him and not lying on the ground one hundred feet below with a broken neck. He looked down at her and then rested his head against her silver hair.
"Diolla lle, Legolas. (Thank you)" She whispered a few moments later, finally backing away slowly from his embrace. She smiled warmly at him and he smiled back, reaching out and tucking a loose piece of silver hair behind her ear.
"Lle creoso, mellonamin. (You're welcome, my friend.)" He said gently. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead, then took her hand and began to lead her slowly and carefully down to the ground. She followed with her hurt arm tucked close to her chest. Every few branches Legolas would turn around and pick up Nenimë, swing her around, and place her on a lower branch to save her the trouble.
Finally they reached the ground and Legolas picked up Nenimë, cradling her in his arms and began to walk off towards the village.
"I can walk for myself you know. I don't walk with my arm." Nenimë said, even as she cuddled up to his chest.
Legolas smiled. "I know. I just wanted to hold you again. You scared me back there. I don't want to lose you." He said, still looking straight ahead, too shy to look into her eyes when he said it. Nenimë smiled and closed her eyes, listening to Legolas' steadily beating heart.
They continued on in silence and Legolas finally broke through the trees. He put Nenimë on the ground and walked her to her house. He stopped at the stone steps leading to her home and they turned to face each other.
"Are you alright?" Legolas asked. He was concerned about her even though he knew she would be just fine.
"I'm fine, Legolas. I just need to get my arm fixed up. No more tree tag for a while." She said, smiling.
"Well we did get Cara away." He said.
Nenimë nodded and then paused, looking down shyly. She looked back up again and stepped forward, putting her right arm around him in a short hug. He put his arms around her for a moment and then they broke apart.
As she walked up the steps she turned and said, "Quel du, Legolas. Quel kaima. (Good night, Legolas. Sleep well.)"
He waved and said, "Tenna' tul'rë. (Until tomorrow.)" She turned back and disappeared up the steps and out of sight.
When she got inside she turned around and closed the door and leaned on it. She was so confused. They were just friends, they would always be just friends. So why did she still feel like there could be so much more than just friendship?
Legolas walked home slowly, reliving the day in his mind and thinking the same thoughts as Nenimë as the sun went down and the forest grew dark.
Maybe there was something more than just friendship. Maybe there wasn't.
But only time will tell. *****
Thanks to:
Brazgirl: I made you think? Wow I wish I could make me think! Awesome! And you'll find out what he saw. wait a bit.
Miette: I know! Little Legolas is so sweet!
Crystal: I'll put the link up next chappie, I don't have time to get it now.
Arwenicole: I started to read a story of yours, but I don't think I finished it. I'll try it again. And when I posted on Possibilities, I hadn't read the Silmarillion yet. I just recently did and found out that he does have elvish blood. So I know now that I was wrong.
Yingyangqueen: Well everyone played imaginary when they were little right? Heck I still do! *imagines Legolas sitting next to her with his arm around her* I wish Legolas was real!
Orlandozgirl: Thanks for putting this on your faves! Now I'm happy!
Review! I like how this story is turning out! Tell me if you think I am rushing things or if I should speed up. If there are any errors I didn't catch then just tell me and I will fix them. Thanks for reading!
Cerasi
How Legolas Got His Braids Chapter four: I Don't Want to Lose you.
July 3, 171
Nenimë and Legolas were walking in the woods together and talking. They had grown to be very good friends, but had convinced themselves that they felt nothing more than friendship. They were so close in fact; that whenever they were together, people almost mistook them as brother and sister. Each time this happened they would simply laugh and shake their heads.
So the years passed and before either of them knew it Nenimë was 109 and Legolas was 126.
Nenimë had grown very beautiful indeed and was fair to look upon. She looked to be around sixteen in mortal years now, and she was for the most part done aging. From then on the aging process would slow considerably.
She kept her hair so that it fell to the middle of her back, and it had gotten to be such a light blonde that it almost looked silver. She had grown to be a few inches shorter than Legolas, and was strong in the arms and legs yet thin and lithe. Her pale skin still glowed all the brighter each time she looked at the moon. Her eyes hadn't changed either, unless you listen to Legolas, who swears they are silver and not grey.
Legolas looked more or less the same. He still had shiny blonde hair that fell to the middle of his back and he still wore it in the same way every single day: half of it pulled back into a ponytail with a few extra pieces that always fell in front of his ears. He had grown to around six feet tall and, like Nenimë, had a thin muscular build and smooth creamy skin. His voice had changed so that it was deeper but very smooth and made him sound wise beyond his short years. His eyes were still the same piercing violet- blue and almost looked deeper as time went on and he became wiser.
Cara wasn't with them at the moment so it was just the two of them. For the past eighty-seven years, since that morning in the clearing, they had spent all of their time together, and oftentimes without Cara. It wasn't that she wasn't their friend, just that she wasn't as close to either of the two as they were to each other. Legolas and Nenimë knew more about each other than they did themselves sometimes. They could almost communicate without speech and finished each other's sentences.
Then there was the fact that Carabrethil had only grown to about five feet tall, very short by an elf's standards. Sure she could run and jump but not very fast or high, which made it easy for Legolas and Nenimë to fake a race and run off into the forest. Cara never thought that when she gave Nenimë her twenty-second birthday present that she would be losing her best friend.
But at the present, Legolas and Nenimë were walking through the forest one afternoon talking about anything and everything, when Lily burst through the bushes nearby. Legolas turned to Nenimë and they both rolled their eyes. *She is never going to take the hint, is she?* Nenimë thought at Legolas. Legolas only had to look into her eyes for a moment to know what she was thinking.
He shrugged and sighed a bit.
"Vendui (Hello), Cara!" Nenimë said with a smile.
"Hello, Cara." Legolas muttered, crossing his arms. Lily, although taking a moment to catch her breath, blushed. It was common knowledge that Cara was quite fond of Legolas.
"Hello, Nennie. Legolas!" She said cheerfully, bowing her head respectfully to Legolas when she greeted him. Her hair had turned a shining auburn color and it curled into little ringlets so that whenever she moved they bounced. She was one of the most beautiful elves in Greenwood and it seemed that the only elf in the town that didn't notice her beauty was Legolas (which somewhat puzzled Nenimë).
Nenimë glanced over at Legolas and he glanced back and winked once.
"Vendui Carad." (Hello Red) Nenimë said.
".Want to play some tree tag?" Legolas finished.
Cara made a face. "Oh come on, that's a child's game!"
"Well I'm certainly not in a hurry to grow up." Nenimë shot back.
"Lle ere' vee' iant vee' lle tyava." (You are only as old as you feel) Legolas said.
"You two really need to stop doing that?"
"Uma." (Doing)
".Mani?" (What)
"Tanya! Llie tela ilya n'atie quentellie ar' ta maa iluve llie quena. here." (That! You finish each other's sentences and it seems as if everything you say is.. Rehearsed!)
"Oh that." Legolas said with a smile and a glance at Nenimë.
"We don't notice it much anymore." Nenimë said.
"It's natural!" Legolas added just as Nenimë finished.
"So are we going to play?" They both said together.
Cara stood and rocked from side to side as if she were nervous and then stomped one foot. "Fine I'll play." Legolas and Nenimë looked at each other for a moment with a hidden glint in their eyes. "But I'm not 'it' first!" She said, sticking her tongue out like a child.
"I'll be 'it'!" Shouted Nenimë excitedly. "I'll give you a fifteen second head start. because I'm nice." She added with a fake innocent grin.
Legolas and Cara both nodded at Nenimë and she shouted, "Go!"
They both ran in separate directions and Nenimë watched Legolas for a moment before she shut her eyes tight and counted out loud to fifteen. "Here I come!" She shouted, running to the nearest tree and jumping lightly onto a branch about three feet above her. She crouched low, sitting like a cat, and looked around for some type of rustling but found none.
So Nenimë listened intently and suddenly sprang up a few branches so that she was nearly twenty-five feet off of the ground. She looked around and jumped to a branch in a tree to her left and looked around again. She saw a slight rustling about fifty feet above her and smiled.
"Legolas." She whispered to herself. She jumped lightly and silently up a few more branches until she could see a glint of golden blonde hair shining in the small circle of sunlight that had broke through the trees. She silently walked across the branch and jumped to a lower branch in the tree Legolas was standing in. She hesitated for one moment, and then jumped up as high as she could reach and grabbed Legolas by the ankle.
He was caught off guard and slipped; falling down a few branches and then swinging gracefully back up. Nenimë clapped and as Legolas gained his composure on the thin branch he smiled up at Nenimë and bowed. He then looked down and made his way smoothly to the ground. Nenimë followed him, landing on the ground a few moments later.
"Gotcha!" She said triumphantly with a wide grin.
Legolas rolled his eyes. "I let you get me."
"Riiight. Of course you let me."
Legolas smiled at her for a moment and then looked up. "Carabrethil! Come down here. I'm it!" He shouted loudly. A few moments later Cara jumped down from a tree a few yards away and ran over to them.
"Do you have any idea how hard it is to climb trees in a tight dress?" She asked, flipping her hair as she walked over to them.
"Than wear leggings and a tunic and." Nenimë.
".not a tight dress." Legolas.
"Maybe you'd actually win some races if you wore ." Nenimë.
".something easier to run in." Legolas.
Cara looked between the two and scowled at the amused looks on their faces.
"Nenimë, you are the only person I know who doesn't wear dresses regularly. Most normal female elves wear only dresses. Tunics and leggings are for guys."
"Where is the fun in that? Dresses are so constraining. I feel like I can't move in them. I'd never be able to beat Legolas if I wore dresses every day."
"And she always beats me." Legolas muttered.
"Alright back to the game." Cara said, eager to get off the subject of Legolas and Nenimë racing each other. alone.together. deep in the woods.
Legolas looked at Nenimë and winked then shouted, "Go!" and Nenimë and Cara jumped off in separate directions.
Nenimë turned and looked at Legolas when she reached the tree she would climb and nodded pointedly towards it. He nodded and closed his eyes while Nenimë jumped up into the tree and out of sight.
The only way to get away from Cara was to get up as high as she could and stay there. Legolas would follow her and they would stay there for a long time until the calls of Cara faded away and they were alone once again. Sure, it was mean. but it was the only way to get rid of her! She simply didn't understand what they had. what they did. She didn't understand them.
So Nenimë jumped from one branch to another until the branches became small and weak and creaked under her weight. She looked down and saw that she was probably two or three hundred feet above the ground and sat down on the branch, leaning against the middle of the tree and waiting for Legolas. The tree kept rustling in protest but she paid no attention to it.
Suddenly the branch she was sitting on snapped and Nenimë was falling before she knew what happened. She reached out for anything she could grab and her left arm hit something. She felt a blinding pain run through her arm as she caught a large branch with one hand and held on tight. She felt her grip weakening though and she didn't have the strength to swing up. It was too high to fall the rest of the way without getting injured. Her arm throbbed painfully and she winced.
"Legolas!" She screamed, "Cara! Somebody help me!" She held on tightly as she could, but felt her grasp slipping. "Legolas!"
Legolas heard the calls and ran to Nenimë's tree and looked up. "Aiya n'uma (Oh no)" he whispered to himself.
He jumped as quickly as he could from branch to branch but he feared she was too high. He placed himself right under her so that if she fell he could catch her. She squealed again and Legolas jumped faster and higher, never tiring or pausing.
He finally reached the branch but Nenimë was holding on by her fingertips and she was slipping. She screamed once more and then let out a little sob of fear.
Legolas took a deep breath and dove, grabbing Nenimë's wrist just as she fell. He was pulled so that he was hanging on by one arm and one foot, but he had Nenimë and she was okay. that was all that mattered. She looked up into his eyes with relief and sniffed again, gripping his wrist tightly.
Legolas slowly pulled himself up and then began to pull Nenimë up inch by inch. As soon as she was halfway up he reached down and swung her leg up and over the branch so that she was safely on. She slowly sat up, trembling, and began to cry.
Legolas gathered Nenimë into his arms and held her as she cried. He noticed her legs and arms were scratched up. She shook slightly, trembling with the fear of what had just happened.
"Uuma dela, amin sinomë. Shhh. (Don't worry, I'm here)" He said, rocking her gently.
They lay there for a long time, until the minutes and hours blended together, but still neither of them moved. They didn't even realize how long they had been there until the sun began to sink lower in the sky, casting shadows on the forest.
But as Nenimë remained in his arms even after she had stopped crying, Legolas realized he didn't want to let go. Her thin body was warm and comforting, and he didn't care about anything except that Nenimë was safe with him and not lying on the ground one hundred feet below with a broken neck. He looked down at her and then rested his head against her silver hair.
"Diolla lle, Legolas. (Thank you)" She whispered a few moments later, finally backing away slowly from his embrace. She smiled warmly at him and he smiled back, reaching out and tucking a loose piece of silver hair behind her ear.
"Lle creoso, mellonamin. (You're welcome, my friend.)" He said gently. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead, then took her hand and began to lead her slowly and carefully down to the ground. She followed with her hurt arm tucked close to her chest. Every few branches Legolas would turn around and pick up Nenimë, swing her around, and place her on a lower branch to save her the trouble.
Finally they reached the ground and Legolas picked up Nenimë, cradling her in his arms and began to walk off towards the village.
"I can walk for myself you know. I don't walk with my arm." Nenimë said, even as she cuddled up to his chest.
Legolas smiled. "I know. I just wanted to hold you again. You scared me back there. I don't want to lose you." He said, still looking straight ahead, too shy to look into her eyes when he said it. Nenimë smiled and closed her eyes, listening to Legolas' steadily beating heart.
They continued on in silence and Legolas finally broke through the trees. He put Nenimë on the ground and walked her to her house. He stopped at the stone steps leading to her home and they turned to face each other.
"Are you alright?" Legolas asked. He was concerned about her even though he knew she would be just fine.
"I'm fine, Legolas. I just need to get my arm fixed up. No more tree tag for a while." She said, smiling.
"Well we did get Cara away." He said.
Nenimë nodded and then paused, looking down shyly. She looked back up again and stepped forward, putting her right arm around him in a short hug. He put his arms around her for a moment and then they broke apart.
As she walked up the steps she turned and said, "Quel du, Legolas. Quel kaima. (Good night, Legolas. Sleep well.)"
He waved and said, "Tenna' tul'rë. (Until tomorrow.)" She turned back and disappeared up the steps and out of sight.
When she got inside she turned around and closed the door and leaned on it. She was so confused. They were just friends, they would always be just friends. So why did she still feel like there could be so much more than just friendship?
Legolas walked home slowly, reliving the day in his mind and thinking the same thoughts as Nenimë as the sun went down and the forest grew dark.
Maybe there was something more than just friendship. Maybe there wasn't.
But only time will tell. *****
Thanks to:
Brazgirl: I made you think? Wow I wish I could make me think! Awesome! And you'll find out what he saw. wait a bit.
Miette: I know! Little Legolas is so sweet!
Crystal: I'll put the link up next chappie, I don't have time to get it now.
Arwenicole: I started to read a story of yours, but I don't think I finished it. I'll try it again. And when I posted on Possibilities, I hadn't read the Silmarillion yet. I just recently did and found out that he does have elvish blood. So I know now that I was wrong.
Yingyangqueen: Well everyone played imaginary when they were little right? Heck I still do! *imagines Legolas sitting next to her with his arm around her* I wish Legolas was real!
Orlandozgirl: Thanks for putting this on your faves! Now I'm happy!
Review! I like how this story is turning out! Tell me if you think I am rushing things or if I should speed up. If there are any errors I didn't catch then just tell me and I will fix them. Thanks for reading!
Cerasi