She laughed, watching everyone do their own version of the macarena. She even spotted the only person she knew: Aman.
Hearing a yelp of pain she turned to see the girl on the floor, she was just about to get up and help when others dashed to her side. A waiter came over and filled her glass.
"Thanks" she muttered.
She glanced at everyone dancing.
"Looks like fun." she thought. "I should really try to join in"
She smiled to herself and downed her drink.
"Well it's a party after all, and what type of person would i be if i wasn't drunk??" She laughed.
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My name is Lalaith, i am an Elven exile, living with the Dunedain of the North. I can disapeare for days at a time so be warned. I appeare when and if i chose.
I amar prestar aen, Han mathon ne nen, Han mathon ne chae, A han noston ned wilith.
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