Haldir sent Orophin ahead to let Galadriel know we would not arrive at Caras Galadhon in time for the film screening tomorrow. Frodo is still somewhat stiff and sore from Moria, and unable to travel very fast. We arrived at Cerin Amroth this morning, and to our surprise discovered that the Galadhrim have converted the entire area into a theatre. They have also arranged, as a special treat, back-to-back showings of extended FotR, extended TTT, and an early showing of RotK for our Company. I feel so special!! Thanks Galadriel! [img]smilies/cool.gif[/img]
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The others cast themselves down upon the fragrant grass, but Frodo stood awhile still lost in wonder. It seemed to him that he had stepped through a high window that looked on a vanished world. A light was upon it for which his language had no name. All that he saw was shapely, but the shapes seemed at once clear cut, as if they had been first conceived and drawn at the uncovering of his eyes, and ancient as if they had endured for ever. He saw no colour but those he knew, gold and white and blue and green, but they were fresh and poignant, as if he had at that moment first perceived them and made for them names new and wonderful. In winter here no heart could mourn for summer or for spring. No blemish or sickness or deformity could be seen in anything that grew upon the earth. On the land of Lórien there was no stain.
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