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the fact that he can not go with them, in his mind like a wisp of grass in the middle of spring, blossoms like a cancer an incredible inferiority complex:  I wish you  farewell my brothers, I will prey to  Frey to guard your route and your life, wish them in his mind Ilimael. Otherwise in a way unknown to him, he was proud for them, the elves were ready to depart. Elves from ancient times have loved stability, were like little children, any change of atmosphere was able to cause them a concern  complex syndrome, that's why any departure from their house was an unbearable burden for them. ,, But we  learned to do this all our lives, we were grown to fight for the cause of our great house, '' sporadic mind thought had passed throw prince head and he smiled charismatic. In the yard, chores were in full swing, everyone had something to do and nothing was left unfinished.
    In an end 35 deer had been brought, the fastest deer from the royal stables, the group was ready to depart from city. Meanwhile all in the same place where the oak rises appear the king so that he was above his soldiers.
    -Son’s of our forest, king's voice resounds thick, Frey is with us, hit the road and go beyond the forests the peace and bring peace back to the plains and forests, bring the peace back home!
    - Glory for Frey, glory for our king, cried in unison the whole group of soldiers.
    -I wish you a good journey, my sons, let the sunlight to illuminate your path and moonlight to guard your sleep, we expect you back, now go well,  said the king and gestured with his hands.
    Elves climbed on the 31 deer and hit the road. The large gates opened arduous and through them as if through a giant mouth moved the elves group. They moved quickly, like fleeing deer roamed the embers and the group quickly disappeared throw tall trees of the forest.
    Ilimael  spent  with his gaze until the gates closed its doors, holding in his hands bracelet taken from  dead orc, he changed it from a hands on another, left-right, right-left, as if he wanted to  unravel it history, try to find his secrets and masters, to feel the hands that it went through until it reached the lifeless body of orc. He breath heavy and stepped in the direction of oak where the king and Teladril were holding a discussion.
    -Ilimael, soon I will ease your state, said king,
    -What kind of state my father?, I do not understand what you're saying?
    -My son, that's why I am your dad and that’s why you call me father, because no one except me can not imagine what really happens in your head now. I noticed that recently you get home, that you can not find your seat, you have more questions than answers and that you  wish to be there instead of Kessel, but Ilimael, I can not risk, not now, I can not lose you when we so much need you here. The Frey birthday approach and I decided to  go to the congregation of the greatest, and this time I wish you to be near me at the meeting. I know that few of the elves that I met  might compare by the skill and bravery with you, but now is not the time to leave the home, this time will come when you will, face to face, encounter with the enemy, but not today, said the king and had done way back and disappeared through the door of the castle.
    Classic father-son dialogue, awakened in Ilimael a sense of paternal love that he did not feel it until then and could not qualify as part of a special. He never had  too much love and had been brought up more like a fighter than a son waiting to cry on father shoulder, but now he felt a strange pride from dialogue came from his father's encouragement, he felt his self important, but he could not imagine: Why ?. He did not know what to believe and did not know what he should do next. He decided today to postpone thoughts about orcs and expeditions, even if it seemed impossible for an elf like him to stay away from problems that threaten peace of the house of his family, especially as it was prepared whole life for this,