"I can't believe we weren't told!" Maggie fumed. "Of all things LATE!" Maggie was hustling Frodo in front of her and dragging Isildae by the wrist, having a tantrum the whole way. Elrond, next to her was dragging Cromthal in much the same manner as Maggie was Isildae. If he and Maggie had one thing in common, it was that they absolutely hated being late to anything, dinner, an appiontment, bed, you name it they hated being late to it. Elrond hadn't quite reached the fever pitch that Maggie had but you could tell by the way he moved he was less than pleased.
"Oh look, they reserved a place for us." Frodo said as they found a table and sat down, hoping they hadn't missed too much. No oen answered.
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