Placeholder: [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. [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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