Elrond nodded pleasantly to Mithadan as he swept across the hall in a whisper of grey silk. He arrived back at the table he had with the other three with a shake of his head.
"Was it like this last year Frodo?" he asked, taking a delicate sip of spiced miruvor.
"Hm? You mean all of them drinking themselves silly before anything really starts? Yes it was the same last year." Frodo answered.
Maggie roller her eyes and shook her head, sipping her tea.
"Hmph!" Cromthal snorted "Among my people drinking to the point of silliness is considered disgraceful."
"Well, we can't all be Brehon can we Cromthal?" Maggie said with a small laugh. "Cromthal? I feel in the mood for a dance, will you do the Pattern Dance with me?"
Cromthal and Maggie glided onto the dance floor and began a dance that was very intricate and pretty, but also quite energetic.
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