The dancing and merriment come to a complete halt as Aralaithiel, HIgh Queen of the Eldar, enters the room and hands little bottles of her "special recipie" miruvor to all assembled. She has also brought her famous cinnamon-sugar lembas, and all partake of the rich treats.
Kuruharan, enchanted by the Eldaran Queen's beauty, approaches her cautiously.
"Hello, milady! Glad you could come!" he says, bowing reverently low.
"Greetings, Kuruharan! Lovely to see you!" Aralaithiel replies with a smile.
"Would you care to dance?" Kuruharan asks meekly, unsure of his grace compared to Aralaithiel's.
"I would be delighted!" Aralaithiel replies.
The other men in the room also desire to dance with the Eldaran Queen as she gracefully flies across the dance floor. When the song stops, Aralaithiel frantically searches for Glenethor, littlemanpoet. or any man (especially an Elf) who would delight in a dance with her.
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[ May 20, 2002: Message edited by: Aralaithiel ]
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A lelyat, wen! (Quenya Elvish for "You go, girl!"
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