Disgusted with all the boring people who wouldn't join in, Lyra stopped conga-ing and mooched back over to the bar. Hmmm- no headache, no guilt and I don't care if I act stupid. I'm getting plastered! she thought resignedly.
"Make it a biggun!" she said to the barkeep. Taking her drink she went and sat down, all alone. If I was drunker than I was I might start bursting into "All by myself..."
Now on her third drink, Lyra had a brainwave. I know! I'll have a conversation with- myself! After all, I'm now a Took, and everyone knows we're eccentric.
"So Lyra, how are you anjoying the party?"
"It's beautiful Lyra. I mean good."
Ooops, getting a little tipsy...
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“Sylphs of the forest,” I whispered. “Spirits of oak, beech and ash. Dryads of Rowan and hazel, hear us. You who have guided and guarded our every footstep, you who have sheltered our growth, we honour you."
the Forbidden Link
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