[alaklondewen]

Her heart racing, Alaklondewen waited her turn to enter the Barrow Downs Anniversary Party. This was her first party of this caliber, and her only wish was to not make a fool of herself in from of the cameras.

Her long silver limo, finally, pulled up to the red carpet. She could already see lights flashing, and a sense of anticipation hung in the air. Her driver opened the door and offered his hand. "Here you go, Miss Alak."

"Thank you, Bergildur." She put her hand in his and stepped out of the vehicle. She was immediately overwhelmed by the lights, people, and music. She straightened her sleeveless gown. It was the color of midnight with delicate embroidery around the bottom of the straight skirt. Her long, dark-brown hair was pinned up over her pointed ears. Several pearls were placed throughout her hair, so that she looked like a clear night sky.

She paused for the cameras and was bombarded by shouts of, "Madame Elf! Over Here!", "Alak, we love you!", and "Alaklondewen, may we have a few words?" It was enough to make an Elf dizzy.

She headed toward the entrance to the Great Hall.

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"Joan, what do think of Alaklondewen's gown?" Cathy Lee asked enthusiastically.

"Well, Cathy Lee, it couldn't be more divine if Galadriel herself had made it."