"The waiting is always the worst part. I hate waiting."
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"The waiting is always the worst part. I hate waiting."
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"My mother is Lady Galadriel, her blood runs in my veins, so I would appreciate it if you didn't treat me as a child."
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There was an elf deep within the Mirkwood forest, panting as she dived this way and that. Her mind never losing focus on the task at hand, she treated this as if it was life or death. She could not afford to lose focus. She rolled on the ground, springing up, bow raised up in the air. She pulled back the string and let it go, firing an arrow in the air. Once the arrow hit the tree, she reached back and drew another arrow and fired that as well.
She then threw her to the side, drawing out two knives and throwing them as well. they zinged through the air, until they hit their destination. Her ears twitched suddenly, hearing the fast approach of someone behind her. She whipped around, her mouth drawn back into a snarl, her hand drawing out her sword. "Come out now!"