Eladoriel was getting the cloudy feeling of wild and tired at the same time: she was getting more and more drunk. At her fifth glass, the man sitting beside her grabbed her hand, and took out the glass of wine.
"Ill take that if you don't mind. Getting drunk is no solution. Wine is very nice, but you will get drunk if you don't watch your step. How about we have a little dance?"
The man seemed nice, and she didn't mind a nice, pleasing dance.
Eladoriel, not thinking nearly clear enough, nodded, smiling brilliantly.
"Sure!!! I'd LOVE to!"
Giggling, she pulled him up and they went whirling around the room, dancing to the slow, romantic music.
(Keep in mind Eladoriel is already drunk. Be careful of her. There's no telling what she's up to.)
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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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