Galadriel waves good-bye to Barrow-Wight. She would be trying to figure out what he meant by all that three-fourths and a half thing, but she decides she had better listen to Mithadan, and starts party-ing (which, for Galadriel, includes running around in circles, jumping up and down, and drinking lots of wine).
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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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