Eladoriel woke up, hearing the terrible crashing noise. A dragon flew in, with a dwarf riding atop it. The dward climbed off onto the stage, and made a speach. Then he got back onto the dragon and flew away.
"That was weird." Eladoriel whispered, to no one in particular.
The moment the dragon began to fly away, Menelien woke up just to catch a glimpse of its tail.
"Damn. I always miss stuff like this when I'm asleep."
"Hmm... I've never seen a dwarf riding a dragon in my life. Actually, I've never seen a dragon period."
"Hey, El, wake me up next time something happens, okay?"
"Sure, but Menelien, why don't you just NOT go to sleep. Stuff happens litterally ALL the time here. Menel? HellO!?"
But Menelien was back down on her seat, eyes closed, snoring(okay, maybe I overexadurated here) noisily.
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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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