[Lalaith]

“Oh Morcair-shu! You bad, bad boy! What will daddy say?” Sharpairien wrinkled her freckled nose in adorable dismay and tossed her shining auburn locks over her bare, Arien-kissed shoulder. She pushed aside the luxurious damask sheets, got out of her hand-carved Nan Emloth mahogany bed, and removed the chewed circlet from the maw of the little dog that sat wagging its tail on the exquisite Teleri-crafted rug.
“Oh no, it’s the one You-Know-Who gave Daddy. And he gets *so* weird and boring about anything to do with Her.” Sharpairien’s mother, Ivanariel, never referred to the first wife, Celebrian, by her real name, and had brought Sharpairien up to do the same. It was kind of a mother-daughter private joke. It had to be. Elrond would smile indulgently at most of the antics of his charming and wilful youngest child, but he did not like any jest or disrespectful reference to the departed Celebrian. And now Morcair-shu had destroyed her last gift to Elrond before she passed over the sea – the priceless amethyst and crystal-studded mithril circlet he always wore on his noble brow at Council meetings.
“Now, you naughty thing. Make amends by going to fetch Daemian, tell him to come to help me choose my outfit for today.”