Annalaliath waited for the moment to say anything. She poised herself at the bar watching people her hair falling across her eyes. There were many Elves here, it seemed, she wondered what the occasion was. Bringing her chin up she observed all of them. Then closing here eyes she sighed. Opening them agin she looked around once more and then commenced to stare at the floor, lost in her thoughts.
Thinking she thought of her father, and his falling down the stairs of Lorien. She smiled at this. Then she thought of her unforgiving mother, and how she had left her in the care of the Lady to wonder endlessly looking for her missing father. Bitter thoughts brought a bitter expression to her Elf features. And so the thoughts continued, and fraught with them their emotions, that showed on her face and in her eyes.
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Bloody Stumps!!!
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