Sophia trailed the little party into the large hall. Donlammenion and Niluial were just ahead of her, giving each other googly eyes. Fin walked ahead of the group, chatting lightly with Alatariel and Thoriel, all three looking right at home in the party atmosphere.
She looked around, falling behind the group as she lost track of the speed of her feet, trying to take in the positions of the buffets and bars, and the tables scattered throughout the room. Her mind obviously elsewhere she stumbled over a small fold in the carpet. This would never do!
Regaining her composure she hastened to catch up with Fin and the others as they settled around a small table. She smiled at Lady Annunfuiniel and sent her a small wave, and sent a curious look toward another table where a hippopotomus was seated, gulping down lembas. Chatting with Lady Alatariel, Sophia grinned and twitched her feet under the table.
[ May 01, 2003: Message edited by: Sophia the Thunder Mistress ]
[ May 01, 2003: Message edited by: Sophia the Thunder Mistress ]
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The seasons fall like silver swords, the years rush ever onward; and soon I sail, to leave this world, these lands where I have wander'd. O Elbereth! O Queen who dwells beyond the Western Seas, spare me yet a little time 'ere white ships come for me!
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