A white horse rode swiftly to the entrance. It holted, and stood in its magnificance. She and her rider looked in amazement at the red carpet, dancers, and many drunk people. Elentari, as she unmounted, wondered what all the strange things were.
"Have you got any weapons?" said a gruff voice.
Elentari jumped. She looked at the strange creature beside her - she had never seen an Uruk. "I have a sword. I will part with it, but you must keep an eye on it. And no one is to touch it!"
The Uruk sighed as he took the weapon a placed it where the Elf could see it. She was not the only one who feared their weapon being stolen.
Elentari strode down the red carpet, seemingly ignoring the cameras watching her. She, in fact, trying to find someone in the crowd she recognised.
"Thoriel!" she said the Mirkwood Elf. She watched in amazment as she saw her friend stumble as she walked over. "Thoriel, have you got yourself drunk?"
"No *hic*," was all Thoriel could reply.
Elentari rolled her eyes and followed Thoriel around, hoping to find someone to talk to, who wasn't drunk. By but the looks of things that would be very hard.
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