So, Petal, what lovespell will you use? Vervain asked.
I shan't use one. They do not last, and can be used but once.
You think it enough to look big and beautiful, and smell good, and put flowers on your face?
And to sing and dance upon his lawn. I shall make use of my voice.
What of your feet? Will you put hair on them?
Only if he wishes it.
I cannot understand. Hobbits are so dull. Why do you trouble with them?
Petal's smile lit the entire dell.
After he is mine, they will be legendary, she said.
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