Galadriel hops down from her tree and runs over to piosenniel. "thanks for handling them!!" she says. "how about some wine to celebrate?" she asks, pulling a bottle of wine from some pocket on her dress. but before piosenniel can take any wine, Galadriel is spinning around again, clutching the bottle for dear life...
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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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