Departing Lorien, Dec. 17: Nethwador
Trotting beside Amroth, Nethwador watched as Ędegard and Erebemlin rode off to one side and talked. He glanced at the other elf, who was looking back at the receeding forest.
His horse knew by the shift of his body, and he slowed til Nethwador was beside Taitheneb.
Poking his chest, the boy said proudly, "Nethwador. Mellon Amroth."
Taitheneb smiled. "Yes. You are his friend and little brother."
Nethwador pointed at Taitheneb. "Mellon?"
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