[ These halls are a little confusing to the uninitiated. He's only been a resident for a few hours, and most of the time has been spent schmoozing at the feast. Now he's ready to explore a little, but wanted to return to his quarters and find something to wear more suited to skulking about. And maybe a weapon, considering all the stories he's heard so far.
So it's with his head down and mind busy planning half a dozen scenarios that he encounters another person in one of the hallways. He almost moves past her, intent on his own thoughts, when she speaks up.
And he stops instantly, head snapping up, his eyes widening in shock. His daughter. His precious, beautiful daughter. His legs respond to instinct before he can even get her name out, so Rivendell's most beloved jewel had better brace as her father strides forward to scoop her up in a tight hug. ]
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So it's with his head down and mind busy planning half a dozen scenarios that he encounters another person in one of the hallways. He almost moves past her, intent on his own thoughts, when she speaks up.
And he stops instantly, head snapping up, his eyes widening in shock. His daughter. His precious, beautiful daughter. His legs respond to instinct before he can even get her name out, so Rivendell's most beloved jewel had better brace as her father strides forward to scoop her up in a tight hug. ]
Arwen, iellig.