[ thranduil hands him a short stack of plain linen shirts, gwenaelle's embroidery at the cuffs and neckline, for folding, and busies himself with tucking his trousers into a small rucksack. ]
Her? How? Mellon-nin, she is only a child, and that is your life- the life of the Elvhen- in her hands.
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Her? How? Mellon-nin, she is only a child, and that is your life- the life of the Elvhen- in her hands.