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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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"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.