Yes, my springtime song, you may say your farewells.
[Oropher gently kisses his child on the forehead, then puts him down so that he could see his friends for the last time. It was difficult to ask his child to endure this, when he should be carefree and joyful, but dark times were coming, and the wood to the south would shelter them through the storm.]
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[Oropher gently kisses his child on the forehead, then puts him down so that he could see his friends for the last time. It was difficult to ask his child to endure this, when he should be carefree and joyful, but dark times were coming, and the wood to the south would shelter them through the storm.]