Galadriel wakes up, and carefully sits up. she slowly climbs down from the tree, and looks around. the first thing she sees is Legolas hiding behind another tree "how curious," she thinks and walks over to him, but he screams and runs away. "curiouser and curiouser..." she thinks as she turns towards the festivities. she grabs some fruit off of a table and munches on it as she watches the goings-on...
[ May 20, 2002: Message edited by: Galadrie1 ]
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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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