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Old 05-01-2003, 10:19 PM   #312
Nerindel
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Nerindel Nimsűl of Lothlórien rode up to the entrance on her beautifull white elven mare Losmír. After dismounting she whispered something in the mares ear, Losmír whinned then trotted off.

Nerindel is wearing a stunning gown from top Lothlórien designer store Galadrim's Gladrag's, The strapless figure hugging bodice is a light periwinkle blue with intricate silver embroidery, which just inhances the sparkle in her deep blue eyes.The skirt of the gown is made of several layers of the fineness white gossamer,which hangs delicately from her slim waist to her delicate ankles, around her right ankle sits a delicate mithral anklet. Her shoes match the bodice of the gown and to top of this outfit she has a simple ring of Elanor flowers sitting atop her long blonde hair.

She smoothes out the the folds in her dress and takes a deep breath "here go's" she mutters to herself. She walks up the red carpet, she is suprised to see the press are still out in full force even at this late hour, she had hoped to avoid the press by coming at this late, some of them were shouting for her to turn, she obliged them smiling nervously, after all this was her first time attending a barrow downs party.

She turned back and was stopped by the orc guard at the door "Weapons" he grunted Nerindel looked at him suprised " and were do you suppose I could hide weapons on this outfit?" she said haughtily, the orc looked her up and down and said "ok, you can go in" "Thank you very much" she muttered sarcastically as she entered to hall.

Nerindel gaped the hall was more magnificent than she had imagined.There was already many merry folk here some she had seen in various Quiz Forums, some she recognised from the Green Dragon, some from the Shire RPG Forum and some she had never seen before. Just then a waiter stopped before her and offered her a glass of champagne from his silver tray, she accepted gratefully, then looked around nervously to see if their was room left at any of the numerous tables.
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