Lassiël caught a glimpse of a familiar figure. She walked toward him, and he smiled at the elanor and niphredil which sprang up where she trod.
Taking a glass of red wine from the table near him, she saluted him, her eyes twinkling merrily in greeting.
'How nice to see a familiar face and renew old friendships!' she said, smiling and raising her glass to her lips for a sip. 'It's good to see you, Olorin. How do you fare?'
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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