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“She is waiting for you,” he said simply and smiled at him warmly putting a braid of golden woman’s hair decorated with blue ribbon into his hand.

He gazed at the braid - golden as though made of sunlight - and sighed wistfully. He missed Amarie every day, and yet… how could this Vanya have it? Finrod clutched the lock of hair to his chest, eyes narrowed. “My beloved gave you this… How?”