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             ❝ Adar. ❞

                Any and all mischief yet managed deflates from him at the sight of the elder elf. He stops in his tracks. Immediately, his posture corrects itself - straightening and visibly tensing. He offers Oropher a curt bow.

{♥}  A gentle smile rose the coners of her lips as she was more than pleased to see the prince of Greenwood so excited. He always seamed to love flowery and tree like pattrens weather was it clotheing or something elss like a toy such patterns where always present. ”I’m more than  shure they will look befiting of a King you shall become after King Oropher.” she nodded the smile on her lips softening slight bit. ”But don’t hurry too much, dear prince. You must enoy your childhood. afterwards you won’t have much time for such festivities.” {♥}

           ↣❇❈❇——{ gяєєηωσσ∂ }——❇❈❇↢ 

             ❝ Aye, but it will take death for ada                  to willingly abdicate the throne.                 I might not need to be king. ❞

                He has yet to consider the possibility of his adar being called by the halls of Mandos or being beckoned by the sea to sail to Valinor. In his eyes, Oropher was unbeatable, the embodiment of strength. At the mention of festivities, a smile graced his deceitfully young features.

             ❝ But you see, that is why I wish to become an adult soon.                 Adults can host grand festivities whenever they please!                 I want to hold grand merry-making occasions like that. ❞