Yeah, that was freaky.
And the new avatar thing was fast work. Angband, if we made ops as fast as that, Istanbul never would have happened.
Could you have given an analogy not involving classified materials?
OK, OK.
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Arwen walks away from Rivendell with a host of Elves carrying lanterns. She looks over her shoulder at her father Elrond who looks on soberly.
Galadriel in Lothlorien speaks to Elrond in Rivendell.
Galadriel:
Putol ang linya mo. 'di ka kasi nagbabayad ng telepono, eh. [I can't connect. Why don't you pay your telephone bills?]
Elrond: Errr...Eh....
Galadriel: Never mind, stupid. You gave that Ring to a halfling. Now the big-nosed...
Faramir: Who's big-nosed?
Galadriel: IF you don't mind, this is a private conversation.
Faramir: Sorry.
Galadriel: As I was saying, now that big-nosed son of the cuckoo steward will take the Ring to his father.
Faramir: Will not!
Galadriel: A-HEM!
Faramir: Sorry.
Galadriel: As I was saying, the only way you can redeem yourself is by going to Helm's Deep with all your soldiers, and place yourself under Aragorn's command...
Elrond: Wait. Me, under him?!
Galadriel: Yes.
Elrond: But I'll die! Remember what happened to Glorfindel?
Galadriel giggles, then chuckles, then falls over laughing.
Galadriel:
*wheeze*...I remember that. Poor Glorfie...and your point is...
Elrond: I can't die! I have a daughter to protect from dirty king-wannabes!
Galadriel: OK. Haldir!
Haldir comes, as if anyone can dare disobey Galadriel.
Haldir: What is your wish?
Galadriel: You're going to Helm's Deep with Aragorn.
Haldair: Aww man!!! He stinks!
Galadriel: Yeah, I know. Just go, please?
Galadriel does the glower-eye thing.
Haldir (reluctantly): As you wish.
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That made sense...
