The horses slowed as the carriage reached the top of the hill and the flat stone road levelled out. Polished to perfection, the overly large carriage trundled along, carrying its group of passengers, eager to reach the Party. The beautiful white horses slowed further as the Great Building came into site. The road passed by the building and wound further around the hill but the carriage stopped outside. From the edge of the road, all the way to the large flight of steps and the main entrance, a red carpet was laid. Velvet ropes flowed along beside the carpet, separating the path from the mass of media stood alongside. Tall trees rose above the reporters and into the heavens, making the path seem like a corridor of epic proportions.
The carriage door opened and out stepped a tall and elegant elf. He had short black hair and was dressed immaculately in a black suit, white shirt and gleaming silver tie. He was Fin, the well-known and flirtatious elf Lord of Mirkwood. He offered his hand back into the carriage and helped a fair maiden step onto the pavement.
It was the Lady Alatariel of Lothlorien, the first of Fin’s escorts. She was wearing a newly made purple dress, tailored especially for the occasion, and her black hair glistened in the sunlight. This was her first time at a Barrow Down’s anniversary, and she was slightly nervous, hoping that she wouldn’t do anything foolish, fair elvish maiden or not. They had arrived early, but already cameras had started clicking.
Following her came Thoriel, elf lady of Mirkwood. She wore a long dress that trailed behind her. Green it at first seemed, but on closer inspection the colours shimmered and changed like the skin of a dragonfly.
Lastly came Sophia, an elf from Mithlond, wearing a long red dress, and crowned with flowers. As Fin helped Sophia out of the carriage her eyes went wide. She’d known the party was going to be fantastic, but this was beyond what she’d thought possible. Her red slippers made no sound on the plush carpeting as she alighted on the pavement and fidgeted with excitement.
They all moved aside and surprisingly, another lord emerged from the carriage. He was Donlammenion, a tall and strong elf, and also resided in Mirkwood. He and Fin were long-time friends and were to regularly be seen around together.
He helped his lady step out of the carriage and the door shut behind her. She wore a white dress with diamonds in abundance. The sleeveless dress was long and tight to show of her slim figure and her hair was in a bun with more small diamonds accentuating it. She was Niluial, a Lady Elf of Rivendell. Donlammenion looked up at his lady with pride and she smiled sweetly at him.
“Ah, we seem to be early,” exclaimed Fin, with a smile, “more time for photos.”
He and his three stunning ladies step forward and cameras began to click wildly.
“Calm my friends,” Fin cried, raising his hands. “You will all get your turn.”
He turned to his escorts and whispered with a grin, “we’re sure to make the tabloids tomorrow.”
They posed for a several group photos and then one photographer called for couple shots.
“Of course my friend,” Fin answered, “Its Telkar, from the Gondorian Star isn’t it.”
“Yes, my lord,” cried the man, bobbing his head.
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