"Nardil." A soothing male voice called.

During a cold and snowy winter night in Rivendell, a tall rather old elf walked along a narrow bridge to a small bench where a young girl was sitting.

Nardil had been there crying for the whole evening, avoiding any kind of contact with the noble creatures that happened to pass near her.

When the old elf sat near her, instead of running away, she sobbed even harder.

Calling her name again, quieter this time, he wrapped a protective arm around her small body, pulling her close.

"I am a monster, uncle Elrond!" She mumbled between her tears.

His hand patted nurturingly her head, smoothing her brown curls and tugging them behind her right ear.

"You are not, darling." He tried to calm her down. "But nobody can do the things I do!" She cried. "They can't freeze an entire room when they feel upset o-or train with a sword made of ice." Her glance moved down to her finger tips.

"I wish I wasn't an half ice dragon." She said bitterly.

"Nardil, look at me." Elrond whispered, loosing his arms to let her sit up. Her chocolate brown eyes, filled with tears, met with his.

"Don't say such things about yourself. You are as precious as any person that lives on this earth. In your powers lives the story of your kin! Be proud of your past and look forward to your future, because nobody will ever be able to replace you."

Finally, a smile made its way on her tired features as she snuggled in his chest, drifting off to sleep.

"Sleep well, little one."

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All of the caracters and places I write about, except for Nardil, are a property of J.R.R. Tolkien, who I love and respect!
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