Moonsong Glacier sif's hair

He came to her in a rush, and all she could do was hold him, wrapping both of her arms around his neck.

A boy she had not gotten to know. The brother who had been told of her, but did not know her. It hurt, deep in her where the hurts rested, but she put it aside for the elation. Vairë took a deep inhale of his scent, letting herself gather it close, before she would lean back enough to smile.

You are an uncle. She spoke with a twinkle in her eye.

Two nephews, a niece. Salaksartok, Ipiktok, Nasamiituuq. They rest in Moonglow.