Lalaith wandered back over to the bar, despite saying she wouldn't drink anymore she loved those Sauron Slammers. There was a certian taste to them that made them slightly addictive. She gave in to her will and ordered another one. After all it was a party.
She was dissapointed when someone came to close up the hole in the celing. She was starting to like the idea of it.
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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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