This was unbelievable. The elves and dwarves were on the verge of killing each other right here in front of the Green Dragon Inn. Arlómë decided to wait this thing out.
He put his pack down and reached in and removed his pipe and some pipeweed. Then he walked over and sat under a tree to smoke and observe. This is going to take a while, he thought.
[ February 22, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]
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