Morwyn sat motionless on her stool at the bar. Nahai was staring blankly at the wall, as she'd been for several minutes, and Annalaliath... Morwyn looked again. Annalaliath had cut all her hair off just below the jawline. The elf bounced her golden hair as she tapped her foot on the floor. It actually looked quite nice, once one got over the shock of seeing it gone.
Morwyn sipped reflectively at her coffee. She'd heard Lalaith refer to the creature that had asked her the date as a Balrog. She'd heard of several of the events he'd mentioned and knew they belonged to the far past. She looked askance at it and pushed her chair a little farther away.
At the appearance of the miruvor bearing elves, Morwyn's eyes lost their glassy look. Pio had had twins, she'd nearly forgotten in all the commotion of the night past. She watched the elves drag the casks of liquid into the inn with fascination. This place never got dull. She wanted to learn to sketch she thought. She walked over to Annalaliath and asked shyly, "do you think you could teach me to draw like you do?"
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The seasons fall like silver swords, the years rush ever onward; and soon I sail, to leave this world, these lands where I have wander'd. O Elbereth! O Queen who dwells beyond the Western Seas, spare me yet a little time 'ere white ships come for me!
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