[ Galadriel stands before one of the walls within the office building the Elves call their camp, smoothing long fingers across the surface to carefully blend together colors she's spent several hours applying, having grown fed up with the blandness of the constricting walls around. If they couldn't have any growing things about them, then she would
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That's easier said than done.
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Where do we get the answers from though? No one's giving them and no one here knows anything.
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We cannot remain here in such great numbers, with such inquisitive minds, for long without aught taking place that shall advance our quest. It will not take too long, now. I can feel echoes of it in the air.
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What sort of echoes? You're talking like you know something more.
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I have the gift of foresight, as much as it may seem akin a curse at times. Something is coming, but whether it be a thing of good or evil, I cannot say.
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What about the echoes? Can you hear it or is it just a feeling?
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