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"Thoronthono!" the silvery female voice called out through the gardens.  The young elf was roused from his thoughts, brushing his bright, coppery hair out of his eyes. "I am here, Mother!" he called back, standing and stretching.  His bright, deep green eyes looked about him, studying the place where he had been lost in thought.  The flowers of the garden, all manner of colors and shapes and sizes, filled the air with a sweet, spiced scent that was quite relaxing to the senses.  "Thoronthono!" came the voice again.  The boy sighed, and then darted through the garden and down its paths toward his home, which he could just make out through th