Placeholder: Jennifer Hawkins as a female Elf with pointed ears, graceful and ethereal, enters a bath on a platform nestled high in the trees of Lorien. The large bathtub is a barrel, surrounded by shimmering leaves and the soft glow of magical lanterns, reflects the moonlight like liquid silver. The Elf, her skin radiant and her hair cascading like a waterfall of silk, steps into the warm water with a sigh of contentment. Jennifer Hawkins as a female Elf with pointed ears, graceful and ethereal, enters a bath on a platform nestled high in the trees of Lorien. The large bathtub is a barrel, surrounded by shimmering leaves and the soft glow of magical lanterns, reflects the moonlight like liquid silver. The Elf, her skin radiant and her hair cascading like a waterfall of silk, steps into the warm water with a sigh of contentment.

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Jennifer Hawkins as a female Elf with pointed ears, graceful and ethereal, enters a bath on a platform nestled high in the trees of Lorien. The large bathtub is a barrel, surrounded by shimmering leaves and the soft glow of magical lanterns, reflects the moonlight like liquid silver. The Elf, her skin radiant and her hair cascading like a waterfall of silk, steps into the warm water with a sigh of contentment.

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