Laiedheliel absentmindedly wonders where Galadriel got all that wine, let alone how she can still spin around and around and around so fast with it all in her dress. Hearing the sirens, Laie had taken a seat on a bench with a full bottle of yummy mirovur to watch the Hobbit Sheriffs try to spot all the underage drinkers at the B-Day party. The BW had disapeared somewhere or other, and now that the police had joined the party, Laie was bored and alone. Why did this always happen at parties? Deciding she either had to leave or start having some fun, Laie drained her glass the to BW and started to spin joyously around with Galadriel, but she still kept her eye out for a dance partner...
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