Placeholder: Young Galadriel knew that she was no match for the ogre in a fair fight. But she was determined to protect herself and her home, so she drew her sword and charged. The ogre was surprised by Galadriel's attack. It swung its club at her, but she dodged out of the way. Then, she slashed at the ogre's leg with her sword. The ogre roared in pain and stumbled back. Young Galadriel knew that she was no match for the ogre in a fair fight. But she was determined to protect herself and her home, so she drew her sword and charged. The ogre was surprised by Galadriel's attack. It swung its club at her, but she dodged out of the way. Then, she slashed at the ogre's leg with her sword. The ogre roared in pain and stumbled back.

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Young Galadriel knew that she was no match for the ogre in a fair fight. But she was determined to protect herself and her home, so she drew her sword and charged. The ogre was surprised by Galadriel's attack. It swung its club at her, but she dodged out of the way. Then, she slashed at the ogre's leg with her sword. The ogre roared in pain and stumbled back.

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