Galad quietly slipped into the auditorium and took a seat that was slightly away from everyone else. She smoothed her red dress and reached up to make sure her hair was still absolutely flawless. She sat quietly and waited for the next award to be presented.
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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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