Spying Aduchil attempting to interest an elf maiden in a dance, piosenniel runs up behind him, taps him lightly on the shoulder, and invites him to learn a sprightly dance within the faerie ring.
'Come. m'lord, you've not danced truly until you've lasted a springle-ring dance with a Dark Elf!'
The hobbit band picks up the tempo. piosenniel offers the young lord her hand, a sly smile crinkling the corners of her eyes.
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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