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[photo from the lord of the ring] two elves, Lady Lyanna and her bodyguard Thalion the elfin warrior with scars, entering the tavern. They pause in the doorway, their sharp elven senses already alert to the tension in the room. Lyanna's silver hair catches the morning light as she scans the tavern, and Thalion take a seat in a shadowed corner.

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[photo from the lord of the ring] two elves, Lady Lyanna and her bodyguard Thalion the elfin warrior with scars, entering the tavern. They pause in the doorway, their sharp elven senses already alert to the tension in the room. Lyanna's silver hair catches the morning light as she scans the tavern, and Thalion take a seat in a shadowed corner.
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[photo from the lord of the ring] two elves, Lady Lyanna and her bodyguard Thalion the elfin warrior with scars, entering the tavern. They pause in the doorway, their sharp elven senses already alert to the tension in the room. Lyanna's silver hair catches the morning light as she scans the tavern, and Thalion take a seat in a shadowed corner.
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[high res photo by Ray Harryhausen, in the room of a tavern of middle earth] Minutes pass, and you hear footsteps approaching. The door creaks open, a woman enters. She's tall and statuesque, with long auburn hair and piercing green eyes. Her fine clothes mark her as a woman of means, and her demeanor suggests a mix of nervousness and intense desire.
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[art by Terry Pratchett] The female elf introduces herself as Lyanna, while her companion reveals his name is Thalion. As you continue singing, the tavern fills with an almost ethereal atmosphere. The other patrons who understand Elvish lean in, captivated by the ancient verses and the emotion in your voice. Thomas, who had been ready to intervene earlier, now relaxes at the bar, nodding approvingly at the peaceful scene unfolding. Lyanna's hand finds Thalion's, her fingers intertwining with his
[high res photo by Ray Harryhausen, in the room of a tavern of middle earth] Minutes pass, and you hear footsteps approaching. The door creaks open, a woman enters. She's tall and statuesque, with long auburn hair and piercing green eyes. Her fine clothes mark her as a woman of means, and her demeanor suggests a mix of nervousness and intense desire.
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