*imagine him under and apple tree*
"Mmm ... nope, can't reach. Sorry Gandalf. Just hit it down that your staff."
Love,
Faybevin
[ April 06, 2003: Message edited by: Faybevin Bombadil ]
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Her golden locks flowed behind her, bare of beads or braids. Naked shoulders led to elegant sleeves of forest green whilst her skirt was made of the same. Golden sheer was tied bout her waist and her feet were bare and everdancing, her mouth open in sweetest song.
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