[ Alas, poor Will, his lack of enjoyment is about to be made worse? There's no sound of footsteps to betray him, no rustle of the leaves in the tree - Noldo Makalaure may be, and no Woodelf, but an Elf is still an elf, and this tree is only too glad to aid this bright light in his mischief. The only warning Will gets is a soft musical giggle, then there's a tiny bundle that drops from the tree to land in his lap, watergun held at ready to blast him. A tiny bundle with Maglor's bright eyes. ]
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Caught you!