"Oh, I've no idea why I just said I'm Galadriel, my name's Menelien, and I think I need to sober up a bit" Menelien said, rubbing her wrists and ankles where her friends had sat on them until they were sufficiently satisfied that no more poetry would be forthcoming. "I hope you get your friend back." Menelien looked around. "About what fractional piece of these people do you know?" she asked.
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"Glue... very powerful stuff."
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