“21… 22… 23… 24… 25! I’m turning now!” Idril yelled into the air. She was playing hide-and-go-seek with other elflings on Aman. It was such a fine day, they’d grown tired of books, mock discussions, finite calculations and other lessons. She strongly suspected Feänor had reached the end of his patience with the noise, the yelling. It was the weather, the teacher had said before sending them out to play. They had chosen the first to go seek by “impartial” means: it hadn’t occurred to them that strings with knots could be felt even if they could not be seen.
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