Galadriel looks up at her tree, and sees a pair of feet dangling above her. "Hey!" she shouts, and jumps up into the tree. She is greeted by an elf who calls herself Menelduliniel. "hello there, Menelduliniel," says Galadriel, hiccupping a bit. "would you fancy some wine?" she asks, pulling a bottle from some pocket on her dress...
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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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