Galadriel laughs with Laie. "i don't know what's in the wine," she says, still spinning. "it just appears in some pocket in my Magic Dress. *hic* here," she says, pulling out yet another bottle, "u can have your own! *hic*"
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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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