Galadriel jumps out of the congo line and glares at Kuruharan. "i have not *hic* had a lot to drink!" she pulls out two empty wine bottles from some pocket in her dress. "just this much! *hic*" she quickly dives out of the way as 10248 screaming girls run in the direction of the congo line. "now, i wonder what that's all about?" she thinks...
[ May 20, 2002: Message edited by: Galadrie1 ]
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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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