A long figure clothed in a green velvet cloak made her way down to the Green Dragon. She saw from afar a crowd gatherd about against the Inn, and wondered to herself what was happening. She strode up to the crowd and tried to look around the Elves, Hobbits and Men gathered against the Inn.
"What pray is going on?" she asked to no one in particular.
She was half-Elf, for her mother was of Elfkind. Her father, however, she did not know, so she only introduced herself as a half-Elf. Her hair was long and golden, with gemlike eyes that shifted between the sea's green and sky's blue. She was fairly short for an Elf and twice a light (if possible) her hands were slightly curved with jagged knuckles hidden in her pale skin.
"Hullo! What is happening?" seh asked louder after a while being unanswered.
[ January 22, 2003: Message edited by: Farrehn ]
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