Galadriel had grown tired of the game of spin-the-bottle, since there was not nearly enough spinning involved. she starts spinning again, but stops when Thinhyandoiel walks over to her. "where did i get it? gosh, i don't really remember. it's kinda old..." She starts spinning again, this time deep in thought... where did she get this 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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