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The elf's outward focus remained on the ancient tapestry that his eyes lay fixated upon, although his thoughts were lost elsewhere. He had spent no more than a few brightenings within the Cheb yet he felt totally at ease within it's confines like he had lived there for months. From the first darkening that he spent to the present brightening he had only been welcomed and cared for by the family which he had expected to quietly turn him away and shun him. And he could of accepted that, he might have to yet, but he was beginning to think that the dark thought that he had been harboring within himself was a falsity conjured by a misguided mind. Could it be that he wouldn't be turned away? That perhaps he would be accepted too? He unconsciously shook his head. It was a grand notion, but he would relish all the time he had in the grand house.
Only then did he realize the presence of another and hear the words of one that he had heard much about himself. He turned towards the voice and his sight was consumed with the gentle and beautiful features of the Arwen of House Gil'dae. Tiny hairs on the back of the elf's neck stood on end and a shiver wracked his form as each of her words penetrated his ears. The newest Gil'dae, home.. His breath caught and he offered slight bow, all he could offer for a moment. He did not know what reaction would be proper in response to the few words that delivered a message that he had yearned to hear since he had first arrived alone on the doorstep of Gil'dae Cheb. Words of importance because they came from the lady of the family herself.
"My Lady Calairiel" he said softly, nodding graciously in response to her query. "It is indeed so. Larien, it has been found, is my half sister. We are by the same father- Quinnor Gil'dae". He would not of known what more to say if his eyes had not strayed to her bloated stomach. A thin smile creased his lips. Children were a blessing greater than any other. "When are you expecting your child, Arwen Calairiel?"
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