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The Mirror
A hysterical Galadriel was wandering through Lóthlórien.
Who did that bitch think she was? And what was Celeborn thinking? She, the Lady of Lóthlorien, was his wife, and he bloody well was to prefer her to any other woman – especially a ***** dark elf!
"You're getting old!" A teasing voice in her head sneered.
She kept walking, slightly deranged and chewing on a single strand of hair, until she arrived before the Mirror. The stolen Mirror would know better than her unfaithful husband – at least she hoped so.
"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the most beautiful of all?"