To her luck, Eladoriel saw someone approach her. He asked if she wanted to dance, and she nodded.
The dance was fun, Eladoriel thought. They had spun around, and had felt the music go right through their bodies. Dancing was such a... beautifly musical thing, and especially fun when you weren't dancing alone. Eladoriel nodded to the tall Lord.
"Thankyou for the dance. What are you called? Or, rather, what is your name?" She asked.
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The world was young, the mountains green. No stain yet on the moon was seen. No words were laid on stream or stone, When Durin woke and walked alone...
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