Tyelpë was startled, finding himself in a place both familiar and unfamiliar. The shop was reminiscent of Molinde, and yet the child was quite sure he'd never been there. Out of the windows, too, was a land he did not recognise. Big, silver eyes took in his surroundings with great interest and a little uncertainty.
The clothes he was wearing were far too big for him and the robe draped about his tiny frame in a rather comical manner. He must have been playing dress up with one of his uncles clothes again... or perhaps his father.
Though he did not think Curufin would wear this shade of green.
Tyelpë suddenly became aware of how lonely he felt. He was never alone, for his father or his uncles were always there... or Molinde... or-