Menelien yawned loudly, and Eladoriel shook her finger at her. With a snap, Menelien bit the shaking finger in front of her.
"OW! You dope, why'd you do that?"
"Dejavu... Remember?"
Eladoriel did remember. One time, Menelien had done something annoying, and Eladoriel shook her finger at her. At that unfortunate moment, Menelien thought it tempting to bite down on the finger.
"Yes, I remember. You DON'T have to remind me. But since you bit my finger, I get to hit you back!"
Eladoriel said, loosing her line of thought in a childish temptation. She hit Menelien on the ribs, so hard that the elf immediately sat up with a "OOOOWW! THAT HURT!"
Eladoriel replied,
"Tisk, tisk... I still have the bitemarks on my finger. And they hurt too."
Menelien was NOT going to stand for this. Without even intending to, this is what she did:
"Are you *punch* okay?" She said, all in a flurry of moves and words.
Eladoriel was going to fight back, when she heard the most awful screeching noise. It was the microphone. An elf was singing into the microphone. The singing seemed to be so bad, that even the mic couldn't stand it and had to protest.
They all shut their ears, and within a few moments when Eladoriel looked back on Menelien, she was asleep.
"She's hopeless." Eladoriel said aloud.
"Tell me about it!" Arafangwen added.
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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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