Hiri was late, as usual. The carriage shuddered to a halt, and the driver came around to open the door. Dismounting hastily, she paid the driver. As he drove away, she adjusted her gown, and began the long walk down the red carpet. It was empty, save for a single reporter, apparently kicked out for being too much of a pest. She immediately pounced on Hiri. Trying to ignore her, Hiri continued down the carpet, and to the towering wooden doors, where two Uruks stood, obviously the security guards. "Sorry miss, but we're being instructed to take yur weapons," said the first Uruk.
Hiri smiled. "Quite all right. Let me see..." she handed over a small dagger. "That's all."
The second Uruk took the dagger and tossed it onto an ever growing pile of weaponry, and Hiri walked through the metal detector, only to have it beep loudly. "I'm sorry miss, but we have to check yur coat as well." Hiri sighed, but handed the coat over. Searching it throughly, they at last gave the article back. "It must have been my bracelet," supplied Hiri.
"Well, that's certainly possible, tha detector's quite sensitive after all..." mused the guard.
"I'm sure that's it... May I go in now?"
"Yes, you may. Thank you miss, and enjoy the party," said the first guard, and opened the doors.
Adjusting her gown again, a somewhat wispy creation of midnight blue and evergreen tulle and silk, she stepped through the open door, and was immediately greeted with the babble of countless voices. So many people she didn't know!
Once away from the Uruks, she giggled. They hadn't gotten her. Her hair, which was swept up into an elegant bun, was held by a pair of harmless, ornate hair pins. At least, they appeared harmless. In reality, they were a pair of mini, needle-like daggers, safely concealed inside the wood of the hair sticks. She giggled again. Deliciously simple really. Getting a hold of herself, she decided to have something to drink, and look for Aman...
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