"No more of this undercover royalty for me," thinks Princess Estelyn, "this is the occasion to show my true self!" She dons her best long black velvet pantskirt (striding is still her passion!) and matching bodice, which is embroidered with crystals and mithril threads – it is indeed a replica of Arwen’s banner for Aragorn! “Now, if I only had a tiara! Oh well, I’ll figure out something.”
First thing she sees at the party is the gift table – so many jewels! Isn’t that a mithril circlet - it would do very nicely as a crown! She looks around surreptitiously, but everyone else is so busy with the food and drinks that no one evens notices when she “borrows” the jewelry. “After all, it won’t leave the party grounds, so if it’s for everyone’s enjoyment, I don’t think B-W will mind, do you? It looks better on me than on him anyway!”
Now, where’s the dancing?!
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'Mercy!' cried Gandalf. 'If the giving of information is to be the cure of your inquisitiveness, I shall spend all the rest of my days in answering you. What more do you want to know?' 'The whole history of Middle-earth.. .'
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