Still stunned from the super-dress of Galadriel, Thinhyandoiel barely had enough time to whip out her math notes in order to understand the Barrow-Wight's (There he is!!) speech.
"Drat. He's gone. Oh well!" Lifting her can of Safe Dr.Pepper, she toasts the now empty spot where he once stood. "No idea what you said, but it was well-said!" She takes a deep gulp of her drink and then throws the can away (in a recycable recepticle of course! [img]smilies/wink.gif[/img]). Turning, she nearly falls over laughing as Galadriel spins past her dancing with her wine bottle.
"I don't think that was 'safe' Dr. Pepper after all!"
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In gwidh ristennen, i fae narchannen
I lach Anor ed ardhon gwannen
Caled veleg, ethuiannen
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