Placeholder: [JRR Tolkien] The orcs charged yet fell stunned by the light of Galadriel's armor and blind to the flashes of her singing sword until they lay dead at her feet. When at last the battle ended, Galadriel stood triumphant amidst the carnage - her armor dinted and stained black with blood yet still radiant, and her sword shining with an unfading light in her sure grasp. [JRR Tolkien] The orcs charged yet fell stunned by the light of Galadriel's armor and blind to the flashes of her singing sword until they lay dead at her feet. When at last the battle ended, Galadriel stood triumphant amidst the carnage - her armor dinted and stained black with blood yet still radiant, and her sword shining with an unfading light in her sure grasp.

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[JRR Tolkien] The orcs charged yet fell stunned by the light of Galadriel's armor and blind to the flashes of her singing sword until they lay dead at her feet. When at last the battle ended, Galadriel stood triumphant amidst the carnage - her armor dinted and stained black with blood yet still radiant, and her sword shining with an unfading light in her sure grasp.

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[JRR Tolkien] The orcs charged yet fell stunned by the light of Galadriel's armor and blind to the flashes of her singing sword until they lay dead at her feet. When at last the battle ended, Galadriel stood triumphant amidst the carnage - her armor dinted and stained black with blood yet still radiant, and her sword shining with an unfading light in her sure grasp.
[JRR Tolkien] The orcs charged yet fell stunned by the light of Galadriel's armor and blind to the flashes of her singing sword until they lay dead at her feet. When at last the battle ended, Galadriel stood triumphant amidst the carnage - her armor dinted and stained black with blood yet still radiant, and her sword shining with an unfading light in her sure grasp.
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[JRR Tolkien] The orcs charged yet fell stunned by the light of Galadriel's armor and blind to the flashes of her singing sword until they lay dead at her feet. When at last the battle ended, Galadriel stood triumphant amidst the carnage - her armor dinted and stained black with blood yet still radiant, and her sword shining with an unfading light in her sure grasp.
Galadriel strode into the midst of the filthy orc host, golden hair flowing around her like a mantle of light. Her gleaming blade flashed in the gloom of the dank cave as she cut a swath through the foul creatures. Black blood spurted from severed limbs and clove heads. Orcs shrieked and fled before her terrible form - the wrath of the Eldar kindled to white-hot flame.
[JRR Tolkien] Her singing blade flashed as she cut down the first dark creature, dancing a deadly graceful arc through the air. The orcs charged her in fury, but fell swiftly beneath her blade like wheat before the scythe. Black blood flew through the air, staining Galadriel's gleaming armor, yet only serving to highlight her terrible beauty and power.
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[JRR Tolkien] Her singing blade flashed as she cut down the first dark creature, dancing a deadly graceful arc through the air. The orcs charged her in fury, but fell swiftly beneath her blade like wheat before the scythe. Black blood flew through the air, staining Galadriel's gleaming armor, yet only serving to highlight her terrible beauty and power.
Galadriel strode into the midst of the filthy orc host, golden hair flowing around her like a mantle of light. Her gleaming blade flashed in the gloom of the dank cave as she cut a swath through the foul creatures. Black blood spurted from severed limbs and clove heads. Orcs shrieked and fled before her terrible form - the wrath of the Eldar kindled to white-hot flame.
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[JRR Tolkien] Her singing blade flashed as she cut down the first dark creature, dancing a deadly graceful arc through the air. The orcs charged her in fury, but fell swiftly beneath her blade like wheat before the scythe. Black blood flew through the air, staining Galadriel's gleaming armor, yet only serving to highlight her terrible beauty and power.
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