"Hwestlaeriel! Sell nīn! Telo! (My daughter! Come!)" Fileglinniel yelled into the woods to Hwestlaeriel.
"I am coming, Mother!" Hwestlaeriel called back. She swung down from the tree and sprinted through the woods. She was, at the moment barefoot. The cool, moist earth felt good on her feet.
The mid-size cabin loomed up in front of her. Her mother was standing at the door.
"Hwestlaeriel!" Fileglinniel said, scoldingly, "You know that I need you here with me."
"Yes, naneth nīn (my mother)," Hwestlaeriel said.
"Well," Fileglinniel sighed, "Will you get started on dinner? I have other things to attend to."
"Yes, naneth," Hwestlaeriel said, sighing.
Fileglinniel held her daughter's chin, a comedic scene, as her daughter was about two inches taller than she, and looked into her eyes.
"Mel nīn (My love)," Fileglinniel said, softly, "One day you will leave. Your ernil (prince) will come and carry you away on his bright, shining horse."
"I do not ask for a prince, naneth," Hwestlaeriel sighed, "I just want a way out of here!"
"And you will find it, my beloved," Fileglinniel said, gently standing on her toes and kissing Hwestlaeriel. The beautiful Elfwife then bustled off, going about her business.
"Ai! If only it were that easy," Hwestlaeriel sighed to herself. She went over to the fire and began to prepare a dinner for her family.
"Ai, Dantilaision a Berethion, man garin si (Alas, Dantilaision and Berethion, who do I have now)?" Hwestlaeriel murmered to herself.
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