[And, as if on cue, Galadriel makes her entrance. She gives a nod to each man.]
Thranduil. Nuada. [She seats herself.] Let us not waste time with formalities.
[Four of them- only four. Her eyes flick briefly in the direction she came from, half expecting Elrond to round the corner. Strange that he should not be here already.]
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Thranduil. Nuada. [She seats herself.] Let us not waste time with formalities.
[Four of them- only four. Her eyes flick briefly in the direction she came from, half expecting Elrond to round the corner. Strange that he should not be here already.]