[Lyra Greenleaf]

Ellie nodded as Champignonne told her about her relatives. It made sense to her- she knew how narrow minded some Hobbits could be.

Champignonne's elf friend joined the two of them at the table, and Ellie looked shyly at him. Although she'd been brought up on stories of the Bullroarer, Bilbo and Frodo Baggins and of course her second cousin Peregrin and all the Elves they had known, seeing one in the flesh was completely different. He seemed to be there, yet not there. It was an eerie feeling knowing that he had been alive probably for hundreds of years. Hundreds and hundreds! She shivered excitedly. Who knows what he had done?

They were quickly joined by two more people: an Elf and a Hobbit. Both addressed themselves to Champignonne and Tiquandal, ignoring Ellie completely. She glared at their backs. Well, the back of the new Elf anyway. The Hobbit looked like a glare at her would break her in half. Shyer than Drago! thought Ellie with a pang.

"What say you, Ellie?" asked Champignonne.
"Oh, I'm glad at least one person remembers I am here" she replied sarcastically. "As far as I'm concerned they can all sit here. They can do what they like. Maybe eat all the mushroom soup that none of us seem to want!"

Silently Ellie marvelled. Who would have thought that I would end up sitting here with two Elves? she asked herself. However she felt a little intimadated. I wish Drago was here she thought suddenly. Where is he?

[ March 01, 2003: Message edited by: Lyra Greenleaf ]