pov narrator

the next day you were to leave. you and your friends stood on the river bank while some elves snatched at you some cloaks of their people. "Never before have we dressed strangers in our own clothes," Lord Celeborn said. "may these cloaks protect you from unkind eyes" after that, then we got gifts from lady galadriel. legolas got a bow of the galahdrim, worthy of his kin. so merry and pippin. they got daggers from the noldorin. "These daggers have already seen war," Galadriel said. you noticed pippins exprestion became full of deep fear.

you gave off an aura that would calm him down. an aura that smelled of raspberries and friendly soap. 'do not be afraid, beep. you will find your curoagce 'you said in his mind. you felt he relaxed more. galdriel looked at you for a moment before she went to the next in line. it was sam. he got elvish rep made of something strong that you did not know. "thank you my lady" he said and bowed. you then caught that side glance at pippin and merry he gave and smiled. "do not you have more of the fine rails daggers?" he said carefully. galadriel just smiled.

then it was gimli's turn. he was looking down at the ground when galadriel came to him. "and what can a dwarf desire of the elves?" galadriel said kindly. gimli looked up and began to say his wish but soon took it back. "nothing. not something worthy of a dwarf." his next word you did not hear.