"I am more elf than you will ever be daughter of two races." The arrogant young man answered and Hreeza fought the impulse to knock him straight back to the floor. "My name is Soronūmė, and my companion yonder is Eruwen. We are both Elves - do not insult me by calling me Ranger and making the mistake of many like yourself."
"And who, pray, are your friends? One is of Elven kind, yes, but the other..." He was trying to fix Hreeza in his full line of sight, a thing virtually impossible if the sprite decides to make things difficult.
"You do not know what I am, child?" She whispered next to his ear. The elf spun around, shocked, a sword held out in front of him. Airerūthiel spoke behind them, but Soronume's attention was pretty taken up by the sprite in front of him.
"What are you?" he murmered.
"A wind sprite. The sprite of this forest. Do not mock the child of two races, as worthy as any child of Beren and Luthien may have been. I was formed on the breath of the valar." She spoke next to his ear, makinbg him turn again.
"I am sorry." He said quietly. Hreeza sent the image of a nod into his mind, followed by a smile. "Thankyou. I am Hreeza, and pleased to meet you. Come, the half elf asked you a question."
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I am what I was, a harmless little devil
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