17. The Rivendell Filmfest
They stood quietly in line, as quietly as Elves can when the fever consumes them. No jostling, no speech, just reserved waiting. Frodo and Sam looked at each other in consternation. They had long watched Elves spend time in quiet thought, but not for this long. They had been here two hours; yet not one Elf had moved.
Suddenly, a shout was heard. "He is coming," they shouted, "He is coming!"
Cameras were held up, large banners unfurled, and eight eager Elves pushed themselves forward while at least another hundred raised their voices in fevered screams. In walked Orlando Bloom.
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