[ he smiles at him fondly and tucks a loose strand of hair back behind his ear, which emphasizes the point ]
We call ourselves Quendi - The Speakers. But Men have always called us Elves.
[ In the gathering gloom of the rain he seems to glow, although it's nothing so bright as an aura, but more as if the edges of him are clear against the dusk, like the light of the moon behind hills as it rises ]
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[ he smiles at him fondly and tucks a loose strand of hair back behind his ear, which emphasizes the point ]
We call ourselves Quendi - The Speakers. But Men have always called us Elves.
[ In the gathering gloom of the rain he seems to glow, although it's nothing so bright as an aura, but more as if the edges of him are clear against the dusk, like the light of the moon behind hills as it rises ]