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[lumberlady]

please excuse text.

i have question.

about egg children from before. some number of other people were having also, yes?

possible other people is happy because of feeling relief for no breeding or possible we become used to crazy happening in LUNATIA and so now there be no more shock... and no more need for question? i no know.

but i want know. people having more education and mind than i have answer? people who know magic? doctor things?

was flower child ever real child?

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[tauraran]

{The earliest Elves towered over just about everyone, which was perhaps their right as the first creation (after the Valar and Maiar). Thranduil comes from a line that is...smaller...though, let it be said, no less glorious! His hand is adorned with rings, the gold and silver molded into twined branches, and there is one white stone that, when illuminated, reveals a rainbow of hues. But his touch is as light as a feather - merely meant to steady.}

It does help. He and I should be foes, but circumstances being what they are, we have set aside our differences for now.

{What sort of noble would he be if he didn't produce a handkerchief to dry her eyes? The fabric is ridiculously soft and he tucks it into her hand, giving her a small, curious smile.}

Have you had a vision of what is to be?

{He longed for a child after Legolas and to see the plant too had been both a relief (considering the "mother" who bore it) and a disappointment.}

I will gladly go where you are most comfortable.

[lumberlady]

[She's glad to hear of peace between people who might otherwise be at arms. Her war had seen far too much civil war for her to delight in any sort of enmity, and while Lunatia being the case meant the misfortune of being in Lunatia... At least it meant a truce.

He's too kind, she murmurs something to that effect as she accepts the handkerchief, marveling a moment at how soft the cloth felt, how rich his adornments. - Well, she ought to have expected splendor from a king.]

No, I'm not a seer or anything...

[Tears wiped carefully, she gently folds the handkerchief back into a half-respectable shape, trying to think only of the positives.]

But my husband's friend... He says that he comes from our future. That last he saw us, we'd given him the good news of our third... And I don't understand how time works here, there's too many theories from too many people about how... I don't know, there being different versions of our worlds or how we'll return or remember, but-

[She had to have faith in that, or it would be too sad. Mikuni wouldn't lie to her, and if he'd seen it... It had to be her future. It had to.]

You said your people are from the woods, so- here, come inside, I'll open the doors so we can see out.

[She tries to push past her egg grief, gesturing towards the home behind her.]

[tauraran]

Visions can be had by all sorts. {He wants to reassure her that her glimpse of the future likely isn't false. The hope will do her good after the loss of the child she had imagined growing within the egg.}

I believe what he says is true. You will be blessed with children, my lady. Three is a fine number.

{Three babies to hold and love. Three babies that she can watch grow. Thranduil can't help smiling softly. There is some goodness in her world - despite the wars.}

Thank you. {He follows her inside, curious as to what sort of house will suit a centaur.} Did he tell you your children's names?

[lumberlady]

["Three is a fine number", he says, and despite her sadness Konoha can't help but smile a bit ruefully, reaching up to scratch behind her ear as she lets him into her home, a simple, open wooden structure with halls and rooms wide and tall enough for jinba, personal items, drawers, sewing basket, and other features largely kept to the edges of the rooms in tidy fashion.]

I was actually hoping for four or five... But three is a nice start...

[A lot of people she'd met in Lunatia had expressed surprise at that number, but- Maybe he'd understand? Pausing to use a hoof pick by the door, she brushes the bottom of her hooves before entering, leading him towards the sunken hearth in the center room and laying out a cushion for him to sit while she fetches glasses for the wine he'd brought, setting them down and moving next to open the sliding doors that make up the wall of the room, letting in the fresh air, natural sunlight, and calming sight of the farmstead spread out before them.]

Mmm. I couldn't help asking, in the end... He said our daughter's name was Komatsu, and our son was Mochiyuki. I promised my husband we'd name our first after his father, so I guess we went with "Little Pine" from "Wind in the Pines". ... Do elf names have meanings? I think people in my world think a lot about that sort of thing.