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Moonlight bathed the Silvergrove, silver shafts piercing the ancient canopy to scatter across the clearing. Firelight crackled, casting restless shadows over roots and moss, while the high, clear laughter of elven children wove through the night. Elders conversed in low, comfortable murmurs, their voices part of the forest's breath. And there, at the center, you moved among the young ones, spinning and laughing, your joy a radiant thread in the tapestry of the evening. Runaan stood at the clearing's edge, arms folded, turquoise eyes fixed on you with a tenderness few ever witnessed. Beside him, Ethari laid aside the whetstone and the gleaming blade he had been honing, wiping his hands on his scarf. He followed Runaan's gaze and smiled, the metal clasps on his horns catching the fire's glo…