A Family Tradition

When Barangolf and his family venture from their lake-side village into the glades by the Elvenking's Halls, Tinurendis is always first to inform her father, who then makes sure to set aside some time to take his nephew and his nephew's kin to celebrate in small gatherings filled with song, storytelling, and great and silly merriment.

Whether it had been a value common among their folk or an ideal cherished by his family alone, Eruianor had grown knowing one thing most: family is always placed first. The demise of his dearest brother and nephews could have devastated his spirit into nothingness. But Barangolf became ever more precious to his heart. As a son he looked upon the last living memory of Barandir, and though Barangolf was grown Eruianor made sure to give to him care, laughter, support and love; to forever remain as family and more. And then he may see again Barathor in Barangolf's bright eyes, and Barancenir in his kind smile. But at most, Eruianor longed for his brother; and he knew more than anyone that Barandir could only be found in joy, and in laughter.

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