Galadriel wakes up, stands, stretches and yawns. "what a strange dream.." she thinks "i was a girl who was eating pasta and writng a history essay..." she shakes her head, and, deciding to take Niere's advice, pulls a thermos full of coffee out of some pocket on her dress. "spinning's no fun if there's no wine involved," she decides, so she sips her coffe and walks over to a bunch of distraught-looking girls outside a tent.
she hears them whispering "he went inside the tent, i'm sure of it." "ya, but do u think it's safe to go in?" "i don't know. but i kinda want to. anything to get a look at him!!"
guessing what's going on, Galadriel decides to give poor Lego a break "hey girls!" she shouts out to them, "I think i saw Legolas go that-a-way" she points in the opposite direction, and the girls run away screaming. Galadriel smiles to herself, sips her coffee, and walks away from the tent...
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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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