[ here, the night is welcome. the elves love starlight best after all and this realm's sky is wreathed with stars, with the evening star being the brightest of them all. it is, after all, the star his father carries across the night sky. even if this realm is his own creation, elrond likes to believe his father can still see him, wherever he might be.
elrond drifts into the meadow from seemingly nowhere, a serene smile upon his face. ]
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elrond drifts into the meadow from seemingly nowhere, a serene smile upon his face. ]
Welcome. I see you located my favourite tree.