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The Prince of Elves -Who are you? Show me your face! A girl in a snow-white flowery dress reached her arms to him and laughed with a quiet melodic voice. Aranel Arathorn Anarion, the Crown Prince of the Elves, rushed to her, with a lightning movement tore off the thin veil from her face and froze. A tiny girl- dwarf was looking at him and smelled the air with her huge, potato-like nose and her horrible black mole on the tip of her nose was moving with the softest blow of the wind. A flirty ribbon was tied on her auburn hairy beard and seeing that, the Prince moved away in disgust and disappointment. Is this his fiancee whom he was to see in his dreams after the drinking th