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 | | He also noted that the elfling’s skin was as pale as the snow lying about them, his hair almost black, darker even than Gil Galad's and his eyes, though vacant from his unconsciousness were as dark as a starless night and lifeless, but at least, he mused thankfully, they are not closed. |
 | | It had been with some reluctance that he had accepted the elfling into his court, he was not high born and shared a name with one of High King Turgon’s own Lords, that fact alone had caused Gil-galad some discomfort, as what mother would knowingly give her son the name that belonged to another. |
 | | Despite the worrying thoughts coursing through his head, Gil-galad could not help smiling at the scowl on the elfling’s face as he stomped to his horse and taking him by the reigns, guided the protesting animal back to him. |
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