"And we must travel deeper into the ruins, the blade resides here somewhere."
The path ahead is still dark, but the weak lights they possess are enough to guide them forward. The walls ahead are deteriorated from above, punctured and laced with wide tree-roots and moss covered stone. Deep mushrooms glitter a faint blue through the heavy ivy and rubble. To one side of the great, old wooden doors an old, threadbare tapestry rots away on a bent, gilded crossbar.
It was a tragedy that this place was in such disrepair and Galadriel lamented it, if only briefly, as she moved toward the doors and her light reformed in her fingers.
"Keep a watchful eye for those who set that fire, it would not do for us to be caught unaware in deep, dark places," Galadriel warned as she reached forward and pressed open doors.
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The path ahead is still dark, but the weak lights they possess are enough to guide them forward. The walls ahead are deteriorated from above, punctured and laced with wide tree-roots and moss covered stone. Deep mushrooms glitter a faint blue through the heavy ivy and rubble. To one side of the great, old wooden doors an old, threadbare tapestry rots away on a bent, gilded crossbar.
It was a tragedy that this place was in such disrepair and Galadriel lamented it, if only briefly, as she moved toward the doors and her light reformed in her fingers.
"Keep a watchful eye for those who set that fire, it would not do for us to be caught unaware in deep, dark places," Galadriel warned as she reached forward and pressed open doors.