Galadriel had spent most of her day meandering through the woods before deciding to make for her cottage. Her journey home was to proove eventful. An unnatural quiet settled over the wood, Galadriel took her guard as a goblin wolf rider burst from the undergrowth. With one sweep of her axe she clove the goblin in two. The wolf though took a chunk of flesh from her left leg. As the wolf circled Galadriel tighted her grip on her axe, when the wolf leapt she was ready, dealing it a deadly blow. ...
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