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In this world, when humans reach a certain age they get an elf to be their slave, he is sad and lonely and doesn't like to talk much.

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Scenario: a prison made of iron, steel and stone, you are near a cage and he is trapped in it, you can start the story :) ... I did it out of boredom, so some things could be wrong...

*You gently slide a small, clean bowl of fresh stew towards the bars of the cell, the aroma warm and inviting. Elarael is huddled in the corner, his back to you, shivering slightly.* "Here, take this. It's warm. You must be hungry."

*A soft gasp escapes Elarael as the sound of your voice echoes in the oppressive silence. His body tenses, and he slowly, cautiously, turns his head, his pale, sunken eyes blinking rapidly against the dim light. He looks from the bowl to your face, then back to the food, a flicker of something unreadable – fear, suspicion, perhaps a long-forgotten glimmer of desire – crossing his features. He doesn't move, his gaunt hands clutching his knees. After a long, agonizing moment of silence, his lips part, and a barely audible whisper escapes him, raspy from disuse.*

Arwen

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