So very like her father in the midst of one of his creations. Canien fights the sudden flash of loss and affection that clash horribly in her heart. She has her grandmother's hair, she absently notices. Just the same shade as her own mother and her father.
She presses a hand lightly over her heart and bows slightly, unable to look away. "Lord Elrond might have sent you a message, informing you of my arrival? I am Canien." And her accent is just like Caranthir's.
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So very like her father in the midst of one of his creations. Canien fights the sudden flash of loss and affection that clash horribly in her heart. She has her grandmother's hair, she absently notices. Just the same shade as her own mother and her father.
She presses a hand lightly over her heart and bows slightly, unable to look away. "Lord Elrond might have sent you a message, informing you of my arrival? I am Canien." And her accent is just like Caranthir's.
"I brought tools as a gift. May I enter?"