* Gandalf raised his own sword to assist Elenna against the wraith. The weapon emitted a faint glow. The uplifting lilt of Bethberry's song sounded in the background against the menacing shroud of gloom cast by the wraith. But just then, Olorin the Oliphaunt came trundling by and bumped into the wizard's sword arm, jostling his elbow. Gandalf, momentarily off balance, barely kept himself from falling. Planting the staff in his left hand into the ground, he leaned his weight against it. Olorin the Oliphaunt nosed around the fallen tree branch, dining on its leaves. *
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