Wandering disconsolately through the Glade, Elendur appeared to be waiting for someone, though who it might be he had no idea, as his beloved had told him she had no intention of showing up. Pondering the mystery of the fair sex, he quickly came to conclusion that Eru's sense of humour in creating them was more than a little cruel.
Sighing, he walked over the nearest table (which happened to be next to Shelob) and poured himself some miruvor. "What next?" he wondered.
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