The Little child with flowing black hair smiled at the storybook she was holding, sitting on the fresh grass and looking at the bright, colourful pictures. Candeth Bamorien smiled as her daughter, Daerundros, flicked to another page, her eyes moving from side to side as she read the book.
Daerundros was 25. It was a sunny, enjoyable day in Eregion, and she was outside in the open, looking at her storybook and reading, when suddenly, she exclaimed in a high-pitched voice:
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