He's smaller than most elves, small and frail, looking as if one strong breeze might bowl him over entirely. His clothes are little more than rags and he has no possessions but a crude knife on his belt and a small blue lamp carried carefully in his right hand. A collection of rotting rags cover the stump where his left hand should be, crusted over
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The hair cut is strange. Very strange. It bothers her - like the memory of something else.
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"I am Aredhel Ar-Feiniel, Irisse, daughter of Fingolfin," she offers quietly. "Do not fear me. I am unarmed."
She speaks Sindarin to him, in her accented Noldorin voice, and it's very soft, motherly, even. "Whence come you?"
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She opens the door, and says, softly, "This room is unoccupied, and as of now, yours, if you want it."
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