Laergulwen pulled Tirnel close. "Hearken to me, child. Your father is the Elvenking, and in time, he will find you. For now, I give you Variele. It is my hope that it will protect you. Nover, sel nîn." Tirnel's tears streamed down her face, her tiny hands clutching the hilt of the sword, but she managed to say, "Nover, Naneth."
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