Hush. {Thranduil places a finger against Mingjue's lips. True or not, the words only bring his friend down.} You lost your way and you have returned. That needs to be celebrated.
{What a hard lesson to learn. He gathers more salve and rubs it down Mingjue's arm, humming as he taps into his fĂŤa once more. The glow around him intensifies again and the scent of lavender and mint is stronger.}
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{What a hard lesson to learn. He gathers more salve and rubs it down Mingjue's arm, humming as he taps into his fĂŤa once more. The glow around him intensifies again and the scent of lavender and mint is stronger.}
I know many who never returned.