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Saraphim sat stunned on the ground, but her silence did not last long as the ridiculousness of the situation caused her to break into peals of laughter. She continued to sit on the grass and laugh until it began to get cold.
Getting up and brushing herself off, Saraph continued to giggle intermittently as she headed to the nearest bar and sat down.
"A pint of your finest, good sir," she said to the barkeeper, who hurried off to oblige.
A moment later, Saraph burst into laughter again as she remembered that the hobbits had called her an elf before she had been knocked down.
"An elf!" she exclaimed to the surprised barkeeper, who had returned.
"Erm, yes'm, there are rather alot of them about, aren't there?" he said, confused.
Saraphim continued to laugh wholeheartedly through sips of her ale, remebering the scene and finding it more than amusing.
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