"So my best advice now is to take a nap," Ilodyer continued to persuade, "Maybe once we're out of the forest area, the dwarf will quiet down. You know, dwarves need rest too, and they need even more rest than elves."
"Perhaps your suggestion is right," Silvanoir said despondently, "I think I've become the most patient dragon."
"You will become such a dragon," Ilodyer said softly.
The Elven King walked ahead.
It was already evening, and the soft moonlight shining on him.
Ilodyer still found it strange why such an ordinary way of dressing still made him look so elegant.
Perhaps some people were just born as synonyms for elegance—coincidentally, the one who adopted him was such a person.
"Oh!" the dwarf behind shouted, "Why are these plants avoiding your father?"
He yelled as he caught up with Ilodyer.
Ilodyer looked at Silvanoir that was perched on his shoulder.
