Tiruviel was amazed. She had been wandering middle earth for years and, in all that time, she had never met someone as like herself as this pretty she-elf was.
Two new friends in one day!
She felt like she could sit here all day - sipping frosty ale, sharing stories.
She wipped away a frothy moustache from her face as Caranel laughed. She grinned stupidly.
Then, all of a sudden, an idea burst into her mind - screaming at her. It seemed like such a brilliant idea at first, but, as she started thinking, she realised that it might not be a good one. Just imagine, all three of them roaming the land together. She wouldn't be alone any more, and they could keep sharing stories.
No. They were too different, and anyway she didn't know how they felt.
She didn't want to ruin anything.
Just leave it.
[ September 03, 2003: Message edited by: *Arwen* ]
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"There she walked before his eyes in Rivendale, clad in a mantle of silver and blue, fair as the twilight in elvenhome; her dark hair strayed in a sudden wind, and her brows were bound with gems like stars"
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