A sleek black limousine pulled up to the red carpet. A murmur of excitement went through the crowd -- who could possibly be so fashionably uncouth to arrive so late in such a spectacular vehicle?
The door of the limo opened slightly. A three-inch heeled shoe, a perfectly groomed foot, a long, slender leg slipped gracefully to the red carpet. The crowd gasped as the remainder of the woman slid out of the vehicle. Her long, wavy, brown hair flowed flawlessly onto her tanned shoulders. Her rouged lips broke into a perfect smile as she saw the reactions to her long, blood red dress.
She glided gracefully down the carpet, managing to seem unbothered by the fact that she was seven hours late, and ignoring the reporters who were clamoring for and interview.
As she reached the doorway into the Hall, she turned and blew a kiss to her adoring fans who were screaming from the carpet. She entered and looked around. From somewhere in the crowd she heard an excited yell:
"Galad! You're here!"
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"For this is what your folk would call magic, I believe; though I do not understand clearly what they mean; and they seem to use the same word of the deceits of the Enemy. But this, if you will, is the magic of Galadriel."
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