The door opened. In walked Arwen Imladris.
"Bartender, could I have one of those, on ice please."
Arwen sits down at a table and raises her glass.
"A Toast to the Barrow downs!"
Arwen Imladris throws her head back and tips some of the liquid down her throught.
"Ahh, that's the stuff!"
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"Wake up! Wake up! Wake up, sleepies, we must go, yes, we must go at once."
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