Two women, one child of Men, the other of Elves, stood in the center of a road. One huffed.
"Gandalf could have give us better directions!" The other placed a soothing hand on her arm.
"Peace, Voronwë. We will find our way."
"Well, Kili and Fili-"
"Are probably lost too. Come on." The one who had spoken swept back her hood, trying to see further. Voronwë cursed.
"We're lost, Indil, it's not use." Indil pointed.
"A green door. Just like Gandalf said." The two approached the door, and knocked. The sound echoed around.
Boom.
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RandomIndil is tired of being an elf among dwarves. Her friend Voronwë is pulling away, and the person she cares for most seems to hate her. When the group realizes they must find more help, Indil isn't sure they should trust this Bilbo Baggins, or if the...
