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Sweet Mead in Lofty Halls

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‘Well, here we are,’ said Celeborn. ‘Lofty halls, blue vaults, queenly voice—all present and correct!’ 

Galadriel gave him a dignified punch in the arm.

‘Don’t worry, I’ll behave—except to you, of course!’

‘I know,’ said Galadriel. He heard a faint tremor in her voice. ‘Have I said how glad I am you chose the Straight Road, at last?’

‘It did seem to be implied,’ replied Celeborn.

What a relief still to be necessary as much as ever.

Celeborn plaintively lifted his cup.

‘Who now shall refill the cup for me?’

‘I will!’

And she snatched it from him.