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I chuckle, rereading this thread, to think how often I've imagined sitting on some porch in Rivendell, listening to 'wide-eyed' Elijah discussing something with an elf, and being watched and listened to by a darkeyed, wise, steady, cautious 'old' Frodo.
Once upon a time, Sharon challenged me to make a fanfic out of it. Wouldn't it be fun...
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...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve.
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