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This story will be a little longer than planned, but that's good.
thank-you again Certh!
Arwen was a beautiful child, she had an enchanting voice. Within only 5 years her hair had already gone past her shoulders. Arwen was a complete "Ada's Girl" She loved being with her father she loved being held by him. She had a tendency to braid his hair without permission, but Elrond did not mind.
The only time he did was when Arwen had braided his hair while he was sleeping, and he had to rush to an important council meeting. He had not noticed that Arwen had mastered the art of braiding to make shapes. Elrond looked as if he was turned into a bunny. The whole council knew of Arwen's Braiding hobby.
"It seems as though Arwen has learned a new step in braiding." mused Thranduil with a smirk. Elrond was still confused. Then he noticed his reflection in the mirror. He sighed "oh Arwen."
That evening once he had returned he was extremely stern, possibly too stern. "You cannot braid my hair, especially when I have a council meeting to conduct! You are only a child! how can I make you understand?!" Arwen ran off in a fit of tears towards her mother's drawing-room with Elrond still in a rage. Haldir approached the angered Elven lord who was muttering such foul words in the ancient language. "Overwhelming anger is good towards an orc,but not to your young daughter." he then walked away shaking his head.
Elrond Came into Arwen's Sleeping chambers. Faervel once again Pregnant was next to Arwen calming her down. "Ada wont be upset Arwen, you tried to warn him. Although you must ask permission first, before you braid others hair, do you understand?" "Yes, nana" Arwen replied, her voice still quivering from crying.
Elrond felt weak in the knees every time his little girl cried. He was terrefied that he would do he same to his next daughter. He was sure Faervel would not be joyous tonite. He knocked on the wooden door. Arwen looked a bit frightened. but she turned her head towards him with a frown on her face, her head still down.
"Arwen, Henig I am so sorry. I should never have raised my voice with you in such an innocent instance. Can you forgive me?" Arwen looked up, staring straight into his eyes. "Ada, I will always forgive you, but can you forgive me?" Oh Arwen, I will always forgive you." he then kissed her head and hugged her. Are you ready for bed, Hennig?" "Yes, Ada"
"Alright lets put you in, hmm?" Elrond laid her back in her bed and began to sing to her;
Tinúviel elvanui
Elleth alfirin edhelhael
O hon ring finnil fuinui
A renc gelebrin thiliol…
"one more song Ada, Please?"
Will you sleep if I sing one more song?" "Yes!" replied the tiny girl with sleepy enthusiasm. "One song and one song only, do you understand?" Arwen only nodded as she yawned.
A Elbereth Gilthoniel,
silivren penna miriel
o menel aglar elenath,
na-chaered palan diriel
o galadhremmin ennorath
nef aear, sí
aearon,
Fanuilos, le linnathon
Nef aear, sí aearon!...
Faervel sat in the chair by her daughter's bed and watched the father daughter moment. She only hoped that Elrond would share the same love for this child, as he does for Arwen and the Twins.