As Sindahir sat at the table, the hairs on the back of her neck rose. This happened when someone was watching her. Sindahir looked around and saw in a corner an Elf sitting by himself. Sindahir turned her back to the stranger.
"Oh no, not him." Sindahir whispered to herself. She then heard the stranger's soft footfalls.
"Why Sindahir, I wasn't expecting you here." Sindahir looked up at his face.
"Hello Drowin." Sindahir replaid tonelessly.
Drowin was from the House of Feanor and had huge grudge against her. "So, still want it?"
"You know I do." Sindahir groaned. Did he ever give up?
"Look, I didn't even want this, but if it means giving it to you, then I will keep the position!" Drowin glared at Sindahir.
"Don't forget, I saved you that day in the mountains." 'Okay,' thought Sindahir,'my life can't get crazier.'
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