High above the throng a solitary guest zipped past the unobservant Uruk guards and made her way to the appointed meeting place.
"I do so hope Merendis shows up soon," she thought to herself.
The X Phial settled neatly on the wall of the great hall, near the punch bowl, as instructed. She had been waiting for this party all day, and since a fly's life is relatively short, this instituted a considerable life investment. Fixing the crowd with her multifaceted eyes, she surveyed the company. A number of beautious elves, humans, wargs, half things, hobbits and maiar were evident, but she appeared to be the only insect in attendance. X had decked herself out in her best green outfit, but fly outfits being what they are, she doubted anyone would notice.
X Phial checked to make sure no one was looking and flew down to the table for a quick nip at the punchbowl. She heard the music shift in tone and volume and was startled back to her original position. Oh the joys of being a fly on the wall.
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But then there was a star danced, and under that was I born.
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