( ladyelenya )
A year has passed from the kidnapping and Mirkwood was quiet. Everyone had accepted Lyque as a member of the Royal family and Elydir had loved the girl with all her heart. She was calling her mother and Thranduil -who she adored as no one else- father. She was very close with the boys and especially with Santiel, as the two of them were rarely not seen together.
Santiel was walking in the halls with Lyque, laughing softly over Raudien’s defeat from his father, in the training field, when they found Verya too.
“You should have seen Raudien, sister. I didn’t see him and only the description of his defeat from ada was hilarious. But he’s such a great and strong warrior” she said happily.
“He is, indeed. I’m heading to father, I believe nana is not alright” Verya said.
After kissing the girls on their foreheads, she walked to the training room, seeing her grandfather. She hugged him from behind and tilted her head, smiling at him. “Good morning, daerada” she said and moved in front of him to hug him better. She loved how safe he was making her feel.