Eladoriel was still amused at the dance, grinning a white-toothed grin. The man she had danced with, Donlammenion as he had introduced himself, now walked away to his lady.
Eladoriel then walked over to the bar and sat on one of the chairs. An elf came over and asked for her order. She asked for a glass of wine, which she thought would make her even happier than she was. When she had finished her wine, she asked for another cup, then another, and another...
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The world was young, the mountains green. No stain yet on the moon was seen. No words were laid on stream or stone, When Durin woke and walked alone...
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