Galad had found her way to the dance floor and stood cautiously out of the way. She slowly sipped a glass of fruit punch (she'd decided to stay away from wine and spinning after last year's party) and watched the excited Barrow-Downers dancing....
[ May 02, 2003: 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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