Playing along, Galadel smiled and walked over with her friend. She kept her injured arm tight against her stomach, trying to shield it from being hit by the crowded people sitting around the tightly spaced tables.
Galadel gazed at the two elves again, wondering who they were and where they were from. The elf had met many people in her travels, and she knew most every elf that had stayed behind in Middle Earth when the others had gone across the Sea to Elvenhome, but she did not recognize these two.
Suddenly, a man next to Galadel stood up, knocking his chair hard against her injured arm. Her breath hissed between clenched teeth as she gasped from the pain shooting up her arm. Amanaduail turned worriedly to her friend as she heard the sound.
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