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Glorfindel pauses at the edge of the porch, staring up at the fading stars joyously, reveling in their song. A week is entirely too long to be away, though he does not regret the reasons that held him away for so long. Off in the forest, the birds launch into full riotous song, filling the air as the Sun finally makes her appearance over the encircling ring of cliffs. Fresh morning light glints off the snow, the icy tree branches just beginning to bud, the roofs of the halls further down into the valley.

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An attempt you might make. He allows, with amusement. But so has every other maid in the valley, and still they prefer their sorrow-fueled hunt. Perhaps if you succeed, they will make their choice and sail at last.

"They would not desire a watermelon anyway," she says with a quiet sigh.

Glorfindel frowns, and moves to crouch beside her chair.
"Nerdanel, cousin, look at me." It's a tone of voice he doesn't use very often anymore, one of command, though gentled now.

She does, force of habit. He is older than her, though not by much, and she has always looked to him.

"Yes?" she says in a meek and quiet voice, very much unlike herself.

Seeing he has her attention, he gives her a singularly sweet smile.
"Cousin mine, you have lived among your edain and uncanny Valar and creatures from other worlds for entirely too long. Have you forgotten? It is not this outward raiment that attracts, but the warmth of the inner fire. And you, dearheart, burn as bright as ever."

She smiles shyly at him.

"Cousin, I have been a wife once over. Now I bear another's child that is no husband to me. What Elf would have me?" She waves her hand. "Not that it matters. I am overly emotional. Forgive me."

"There is naught to forgive, but you have mine all the same, if it pleases you." He re-takes his seat, and waves a hand at her breakfast. "But your food grows chill, and it would break the hearts of those in the kitchens if I were to have the plates sent back ere they are empty."

She smiles again, the stormclouds banished from her gaze, and she dives into the meal, eating with a hearty appetite.

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