Eladoriel walked with Menelien to the door, about to leave. They suddenly stopped, and decided to wait a few minutes in case all the awards hadn't been given out. They sat down on chairs very near the big double-doors, so they couldn't really see the stage.
No matter, Eladoriel thought. The awards are almost over. There's not much left to see. Or is there?
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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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