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“Elgara vallas, da'len. Melava somniar. Mala tara aravas ara ma'desen melar…” It was the lullaby sung in elven which lured him out of the woods into the sunlit meadow. It meant she had brought the boy with her again.The four maybe five-year-old child’s eyes were wide with wonder at their surroundings and with little doubt over how she manipulated the Fade to suit them. Long grass, dotted with little lavender flowers, swayed in a gentle breeze and halla grazed a stone’s throw away from them. The sky above held only hints of shimmering green among the cheery blue. “Iras ma ghilas, da'len. Ara ma'nedan ashir. Dirthara lothlenan'as. Bal emma m...