Hamfast awoke very abruptly to the sound of cheering. Clearly, there was some party going on in the Inn. Getting dressed, Hamfast walked down over to a blank table and watched as men, dwarfs, elfs, and hobbits sung and drank and the night grew on.
Buttercup walked over to Hamfast. "Hello, uh, Hamfast was it? What can i get you?" she said trying not to make him feel any worse. "I'll have an ale thanks." Hamfast said, as if it would drown his sorrows. After several minutes Buttercup came back with Hamfast's drink, and left. "Cheers!" he said drinking his ale. Hamfast never recovered from his date with Ruby Brown, and only wished he had someone to talk to about it.
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'But Melkor also was there, and he came to the house of Fëanor, and there he slew Finwë King of the Noldor before his doors, and spilled the first blood in the Blessed Realm; for Finwë alone had not fled from the horror of the Dark.'
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