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[gondolin_noble]

An early fall storm isn't much of a problem to an elf lord (he was visiting the tree again, the one that told on him to Elrond). It does, however, mean he has to undo all of his braids, dry his hair, and re-braid everything. Since it is a time-intensive task, he has camped out in front of the fire with a plate of food and a bottle of wine, lounging like some great golden lion.

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[penderwydd]

There is a boy sitting on the floor in front of the fire, his eyes closed tight.

"Beith the birch,” he recites “Luis the rowan, Nuinn the ash, Fearn the alder, Saille the willow, Huath . . .Huath. . . Who is Huath?"

[gondolin_noble]

Glorfindel... has never named trees. Of course, he is Noldorian, and his affinity isn't really for trees. The young princeling who comes here might do such a thing, but it would be best to ask him.

But the boy is human, and humans do some very odd things.

Glorfindel doesn't disturb him, instead starting the prolonged process of pulling beads out of his braids.

[penderwydd]

The boy opened his eyes and looked around for someone who might help.

"Lord, wdo you know woodland lore?" asked Tesgid after he caught site of the Elf.

(ooc: I dont have a kid PB for him)