Having managed to get his pipe fired up, Gandalf says dreamily, 'What,' puff, 'there's something,' puff, 'in Mirkwood,' puff, 'besides black,' puff, 'butterflies,' puff, 'squirrels, puff, 'spiders 'n elvsies?' puff puff.
'Elrond,' say Galadriel, 'I just got this dress back from the cleaners this morning; its going to take weeks to get the smell of his 'baccy out of it. If you have to let him smoke that d*mned stuff, can we at least have some windows open.'
She continues, 'Now you, remember Gandalf dear, what we were talking about last night; about that neck-row whazzit what's settled in Dol Guldur?'
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