Galadriel wakes up. She looks around "huh? was someone calling my name a couple hours ago?" Shaking her head, she wanders around the field. "Is anyone left at this party?" she thinks. she's dissapointed by the fact that it may be over, she was hoping to get it to at least 10 pages long...
Sadly, she pulls out a bottle of wine from the Mystery pocket, and begins to spin, waiting for someone to show up...
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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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