"MAGIC?" asked Ellie, half shouting.
"Yes" replied Drago looking nervous.
"Wow, that's amazing! Isn't that fantastic Champignonne? Can you do some now? Can you make fireworks like Gandalf?" She looked down at Drago, for in her excitement she had jumped up from her chair.
"You were so worried about our reaction! That's so...sweet!"
Without warning she gathered him up in a hug.
Settling down she added "Don't worry. So, where are your friends. And why did you come back?"
Drago hesitated, and Ellie jumped up again.
"Actually before you tell what I can see will be a long and VERY interesting tale, it is late and I need a room. I'm sure you do too. Champignonne, I guess you know who I should talk to, right?"
At the Hobbit's nod, Ellie dragged her away, calling over her shoulder to Drago "Don't worry, I'll reserve a room for you too."
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“Sylphs of the forest,” I whispered. “Spirits of oak, beech and ash. Dryads of Rowan and hazel, hear us. You who have guided and guarded our every footstep, you who have sheltered our growth, we honour you."
the Forbidden Link
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