[Galadriel's eyes widen in shock. The distraction is unexpected, but she's not about to waste an opportunity; she's already turning to re-position herself when Muscovy grabs her sleeve- not to flee, but to gain better ground.
But his touch and his words change things. At the very least, she has to get him out of here. Sacrificing herself is one thing, but she won't allow another to fall because of her negligence. Not again. Not like-
That's right. This was an utter impossibility.
The fact occurs to her an a rush- in the same instant she scoops Muscovy into her arms and makes a dash for the nearest bend in the corridor. It's as she does so that the whole scene flickers, becoming somehow less real for a moment.]
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But his touch and his words change things. At the very least, she has to get him out of here. Sacrificing herself is one thing, but she won't allow another to fall because of her negligence. Not again. Not like-
That's right. This was an utter impossibility.
The fact occurs to her an a rush- in the same instant she scoops Muscovy into her arms and makes a dash for the nearest bend in the corridor. It's as she does so that the whole scene flickers, becoming somehow less real for a moment.]