The front door opened, and a tall elf stepped into the inn. The hood of the elf's cloak was up over the head, so only the eyes of the elf could be seen. The bright green eyes roamed around the room, seeing who was and wasn't here. The elf wasn't sure if anyone was familiar, it had been so long since the last visit.
The elf pulled the hood down, revealing the long, shiny black hair. She took off her cloak and hung it on a nearby rack. Glancing around to make sure she wouldn't run into anyone, she slowly made her way to an elf table and sat down. A forgotten book happened to be placed on the table, so she picked it up, glanced at the cover, and opened it to begin reading.
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~*Artalwen*~
:~*~: Elven archer :~*~:
"On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon fire, in twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun."
-verse from a song found in 'The Hobbit'-
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