Galadriel spins her way to Elanor. "you don't look like your having enough fun" she says, pulling away any tools Elanor was using for her calculations. "here, have some wine," she adds, and pulls a bottle from some pocket on her dress. "oh, one more thing. you don't need a partner to dance. it's much more fun by yourself!" these last words are hard to understand because Galadriel has started twirling around again...
[ 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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