Eladoriel walked off happily, thinking Menelien was beind her.
"Hey, Menel, let's sit here...Menel?"
She turned around, and realized that she was alone.
"Menel! Where'd you get off to now..."
Walking off, stomping angrily, she stomped on a golden knife just lying on the floor, and cried out in pain. The knife sliced right through her golden sandal.
People turned and stared, and some ran over to help her.
She could now see Menelien, barely disturbed, drinking more and more alcoholic beverages. She was now the only one undisturbed.
Ack! She's drunk. No wonder. Gotta get her away from that alcohol.
Eladoriel then remembered about the cut on her foot, and realized that the pain was still edging through her nurves.
She suppressed another scream, and the result was the start of crying. She just sunk down on the floor, forgetting that there were people crowded around her, watching...staring.
[ May 03, 2003: Message edited by: kittiewhirl1677 ]
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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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