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Old 02-28-2003, 01:06 PM   #707
Lyra Greenleaf
The Diaphanous Dryad
 
Join Date: Jan 2003
Location: R toL: 531, past the wild path
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Ellie sighed. "Thank you Champignonne. It's very wise, but it's hard, I'm not as much fun to talk to as you and Drago!"

She sighed again, and wiped her eyes with her flowery handkerchief.
"I know you wouldn't get your friend to beat up Drago. YOU are a really nice Hobbit. It's a pity some others aren't." She heaved a final sigh, but smiled shakily at her friend.

"But I'm really not hungry. Why don't you tell me about your Mother, she sounds nice"
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“Sylphs of the forest,” I whispered. “Spirits of oak, beech and ash. Dryads of Rowan and hazel, hear us. You who have guided and guarded our every footstep, you who have sheltered our growth, we honour you."
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