[Galadriel is mingling in the crowd, trying to get a better sense of this place- of what she (perhaps foolishly) has walked into. It's only by chance that she turns at the right time, catching sight of Lúthien out of the corners of her eyes.
And she has to look again to be sure of what she's seeing. It's impossible. It's completely impossible, but there she is anyway, as breathtaking as Galadriel remembers her.
She approaches, placing a hand on her friend's shoulder to get her attention.]
Lúthien? [She almost expects to wake up when she speaks, to find that this is only some queer dream.]
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And she has to look again to be sure of what she's seeing. It's impossible. It's completely impossible, but there she is anyway, as breathtaking as Galadriel remembers her.
She approaches, placing a hand on her friend's shoulder to get her attention.]
Lúthien? [She almost expects to wake up when she speaks, to find that this is only some queer dream.]