Galadriel looks up from where she had been sleeping, under a tree. she glances down at her wine glass and, noticing it's empty, runs on shaky legs towards a table with a couple bottles of wine on it. she gulps down a couple glasses, fills another one, and carries it back with her to the tree, where she realizes she used the word "couple" too often.
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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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