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Suddenly they came out into the open again, and found themselves staring up at a glittering palace all made of crystal and coloured glass. Delicate spires and tiny minarets of Elven-colour were cleverly woven into a beautifully designed castle. A splendid sight. It was the home of Galadriel, the Elvenqueen.
Frodo gasped. "Is this where Galadriel lives?" he asked, disregarding the previous sentence.
Starting in the middle of this... parody, I guess it is, but it seems more than that (especially in how it weaves in tons of other pop-culture stuff), doesn't appear to hurt it any. Read and enjoy (and share). http://flyingmoose.org/tolksarc/book/book2_07.htm
Frodo gasped. "Is this where Galadriel lives?" he asked, disregarding the previous sentence.
Starting in the middle of this... parody, I guess it is, but it seems more than that (especially in how it weaves in tons of other pop-culture stuff), doesn't appear to hurt it any. Read and enjoy (and share). http://flyingmoose.org/tolksarc/book/book2_07.htm