"How old is your daughter now?" Arathorn asked Dírhael as he stuck out his hand to ruffle the little girl's hair, and she quickly stepped back, clinging to her father's legs.
"I'm nearly six," the child declared suddenly. "And don't mess up my hair!"
"Gilraen!" her father said sternly. "Mind your manners."
"I get tangles! I hate it when people touch my hair!"
"Gilraen! Enough. Now go and tell your mother we have visitors."
Dírhael shook his head as Gilraen went off. "She can be a sweet child, but sometimes she has her mother's temper."
"And your stubbornness," Arathorn laughed.
Originally written for the February 2013 Nuzgûl of the Month - this scenelet also serves as a sneak preview for an as yet unwritten chapter of An Excess of Weather
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