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02-05-2003, 12:36 PM
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The Diaphanous Dryad
Join Date: Jan 2003
Location: R toL: 531, past the wild path
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Ellie was choking and spluttering, but Drago patted her on the back, and after a few seconds she began to breathe again.
"Are you alright?" he asked, concerned. "Th...thank you!" stuttered Ellie. Both the other Hobbits waited for a moment, for the flow of speech they had come to associate with her, but Ellie remained silent. The silence seemed to grow and grow...
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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." the Forbidden Link |
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