Sophia grinned as she saw her friend Alaklondewen come into the room. Being fellow quiz-room addicts, Sophia hoped Alak would come over and talk to her. She hadn't done much that was interesting since applauding Earwen's rendition of that lovely Grease tune.
Standing up and waving from her table, Sophia tried to catch Alak's eye. Would she notice?
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The seasons fall like silver swords, the years rush ever onward; and soon I sail, to leave this world, these lands where I have wander'd. O Elbereth! O Queen who dwells beyond the Western Seas, spare me yet a little time 'ere white ships come for me!
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