Eladoriel awoke to find an old man on the stage. She swore she had seen him before, or knew him in some way... He was waving around a small wooden stick, like a wand. A wand!
"Albus Dumbledore? From Harry Potter? I love those books!"
Eladoriel, after his speech was over, got up and screeched. Nothing in particular, she just screeched. Then, noticing that Menelien was missing she walked off to find her.
"Where have you gotten off to! Menelien... Always disappearing!"
Eladoriel walked through a maze of corridors, rooms, everything. She made sure to mark every room she passed so that she would not get lost. Soon enough, she started hearing some screeching and running a little bit in front of her.
Without even concidering the other posibilities, she just muttered.
"Menelien, what kind of trouble are you getting into now!"
And with that, the young elf ran off to find the source of the footsteps.
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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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