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Fili shook his head. “Nothing… I mean, it is something. You will find out soon enough.”
Fili smiled, his nervousness exiting his body through a relieved sigh. “Oh thank the heavens, you said yes.”
Fili took out a small box and shook it playfully. “Dwarvish Tradition. No ring… just beads.”Smiling she looked at the box he was holding. “Do you get to braid my hair Fili?” She asked curiously. “Where do I sit? Is there a certain tradition that goes along with it?” Her questions kept coming from her curiosity from how happy she was.
“Firstly, you stop asking so many questions.” Fili kissed the girl’s lips, quickly before gliding to the back of her. His fingers worked quickly, but delicately to make the perfect braid. At the end, he clasped the bead on tight. “There.”