By the time Sophia and fin had returned to the table she had finnished her Lembas and was completely composed. Sophia pushed Findorfin towards her, he reached out his hand and smiling she accepted graceously raising to join him on the dance floor.
As they danced Nerindel Decided to ask him from which fair city he hailed, for she was sure she would have noticed him before now if he was from Lothlórien. " So Fin, from which fair land do you hail from ,for I am sure I have not seen you in Lothlórien?"
[ May 04, 2003: Message edited by: Nerindel ]
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