The Sunspire i am gonna make it through this year if it kills me

he's so glad rannoch gets it that he even manages a smile and tail-wag, feeling some of the weight he's been carrying lift off his shoulders. "cool," the morwinyon says -- a touch shy -- and laughs nervously. "i really appreciate it," he says, scuffing at the ground, a bit chuffed. "of course, tindómë feels the same way towards your wolves too."