Galadriel, quite amused at the fact that she has a minstrel, decides to quit the food fight, and starts spinning again. "Join me, Laie?" she calls out to the table. "Oh alright. fine," comes a muffled voice from underneath it, "but if i get hit by any food, i'm outta here!" Laie and Galadriel grab each other's hands and start spinning, Titanic style, of course...
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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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