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[inafadingcrown]

[Thorin Oakenshield, video]

[Welp, there sure is an elf on your tablet. She gives a respectful nod of her head before speaking.]

If you have a moment, there is something I would discuss with you.

[Celebrían, video]

May I speak with you, pinig?

[Action for...a little plot of land near the apartments]

[Believe it or not, even ethereal elves get stressed. Working in the clinic almost nonstop since the battle has taken a toll on Galadriel and, even worse, Celebrían had been affected. Most seriously affected. It had only reinforced the fact that, however she might try, Galadriel could not protect her daughter as she wished to. Not unless she were to lock her in a tower and- well, Thingol’s example wasn’t something she wanted follow here.

Frustration, anger, and a deep seated feeling of guilt and failure fuel her lately. She’s aware that’s not exactly healthy, though, so she’s taking some time to herself- and what better way to sooth her soul than to do some gardening?

It’s nothing major, just a little empty lot near the holds that she’s taken charge of- and for the moment, it’s nothing more than a few vegetables and herbs here and there. Mostly what she’s been able to scrounge up in the marketplace or useful things that she’s found growing wild in the city. But it feels good to have some connection to nature, to surround herself with growing things again. And, of course, having Nenya with her means that the garden has a little boost. You can feel it, really- it’s a feeling of safety, of comfort, and of life. It’s not obvious magic, at least not to anyone who isn’t familiar to that sort of thing, but it’s there.]

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[ladyofrivendell]

[Hm? Oh!]

Of course, naneth.

forever

[inafadingcrown]

It occurs to me that, in some ways, I have been neglectful of your instruction. It is clear to me now that what skill you have in swordcraft is not sufficient for the dangers of this place.

If you are willing, I would have you train with me.

[Action]

[holy_prankster]

[Sohki could feel the change in the air, which was why the kirin was drawn to the area. He had never been one to deny his curiosity, and while he walked blind through the world, he could still see everything going on around him - especially the frustration and anger that filled the air as he caught sight of the woman among the small garden outside of the apartment building.]

It is rare to find such plants within the city.

[ooc: they have almost identical powers, funnily enough lol so she'd be able to at least sense that the human appearance that Sohki shows isn't actually his true form.]

[inafadingcrown]

[She looks up, offering a slight smile and looking over this newcomer. Curious, curious indeed. But whatever she sense, she says nothing of it.]

That is precisely the reason for my efforts.

[Action]

[mach_n_roll]

[It's possible Sonic could feel the tug and pull of that magic in a dull instinctual sense; he's certainly closer to his critterlike roots than most of the people in Exsilium. Or, maybe he's just attracted to the novelty of actually seeing something growing for a change. In any case, once he discovered the garden he'd stopped by occasionally, shuffling thorough it, peering at the plants, and wondering just who is doing all this...?]

[On the stop when he does happen upon the Lady, he's happy to see her, and maybe a little surprised.]

Oh hi, Galadriel!

[Not one for titles or elaborate salutations, this one. He waves from his perch on a bit of broken wall along the corner.]

[inafadingcrown]

Sonic.

[She glances up at him with a soft smile. Whatever she's actually feeling, she's not going to share it with near strangers.]

[video]

[heirwithouthope]

[...It feels like he's being called to the principal's office. What the fuck did he do?]

I was not aware there was any sort of business between us.

forever

[inafadingcrown]

[For once? Absolutely nothing.]

There is not, as of yet. I am aware you are injured, but I recall you offering your services as a smith. Once your arm has healed properly, I would like very much to commission a sword, if you are willing. [Whatever she may think of him personally, she wants the best and there are no weapons finer than those of dwarven make.]

[action]

[talenteddog]

Well. That's new.

[Tenpou has always been a fan of understatement. Strangely, as much as he'd have said he'd be happy to never see another magically grown plant before he came here, he would have apparently been very wrong. The little plot is somehow strangely comforting, even if the last thing anyone would have bothered with back home would have been a vegetable garden.]

[inafadingcrown]

Is it?

[She pauses long enough to look up with a quizzical expression. She would say quite the contrary, in fact; there is very little that is older than working the land.]

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[onemoredeath]

[His hands had been rewrapped yet again, the healing skin under the gauze itching and scabbing nicely. The injuries kept him from doing what he normally would do, thus instead of working on his building or playing the piano or even exercising, he was just walking and taking in the warmer weather and the new people arriving in streams. The peace surrounding her garden had stopped him in his wanderings, so head cocked and a frown forming on plush lips, he watched her.]

I did not take you for a gardener, lady.

[inafadingcrown]

Did you not? [She looks ups, smiling softly, somehow still looking elegant even with dirt underneath her fingernails.]

Would that you could see my gardens in Lórien. This is but a beginning; those I have tended for many hundreds of years.

action;

[copia]

[ Kaede is on her way out of the apartments, her mind racing as she zips her hoodie up. There are whispers of some sort of sickness going around, and, being in a strange place, she wants to make sure to cover up her skin and be wary of everyone.

She slows down as she sees someone in the empty lot for once. She has thought times before that it was an unintended garden, something someone took care of once and then forgot about. But there is someone there, and she doesn't know why, but it pulls her over, and now she stands inside of this lot. Whatever pulls her in relaxes her enough that she closes her eyes, memories of home, her grandmother, and her garden, and she opens them to focus on the person. ]

Um, hello, is this your garden?

[inafadingcrown]

I hope it will be, in time. It is scarcely worth calling a garden as it is.

[Not by her standards, anyway. But the work itself is soothing and she looks the better for it.]

[taggeda0]

[Nic doesn't see much greenery back home, and most of what is there is weeds or dying. So when he passes by this little plot of land, he's gonna stop and...poke the plants.]

[inafadingcrown]

[Well, that wasn't something she was expecting. There's a little laugh from behind him and if he turns he will find one very amused elf woman.]

[lifemelody]

[Dagger's been keeping to herself mostly since the incident in Elmer's world. She had fought so hard, and yet in the end it wasn't good enough. She was so weak...]

[Either way, she is prone to go on walks and explore. And that's how she finds her way to Galadriel's garden. She's got a white coat on with red triangles on the edges, while holding a red umbrella. Bright colors in a dreary area. She looks amazed at the garden- and not just that, but the feeling of magic as well]

How beautiful...

[inafadingcrown]

[Galadriel looks over at her with a weak little smile.] It is a start, at the least. Perhaps in time it will be truly worthy of your praise.

action yeaaaah

[hobgob]

[ It's only been a day or two since Mallory's arrival in the city and she's spent most of it travelling about, not at all content to remain in the hold itself for long. She does inevitably have to pass by the apartments, though, and when she does...

Well. Let's just say some people have a very abrupt way of introducing themselves.

She won't say anything at all, not until she finds the nearest plant to the edge of the garden to step on with an audible crunch. Then it's: ]

Whoops. [ Sorry, Galadriel, there's a chainsmoking hobo in your garden. ] My oh my, I did not see that down there.

[ And, wow, she does not sound sincere. ]

/sobs this is going to be wonderful and hideous.

[inafadingcrown]

[Galadriel really is a very patient person. She is a very understanding person. Usually. But today she is just not in the mood.]

Perhaps the cloud of foul smoke about you clouds your vision. [She can deal with a little smoking. She is friends with Gandalf, after all. But a) chainsmoking is bad and b) she's already irritated.]

action;

[ganking]

[ dean doesn't usually really care about gardening or such, or to stroll about anywhere that might inhabit much plantation. so it's odd (or is it the magic, who knows) that he even stumbles across galadriel's little... hobby, and were it anyone else, he might just go about his way.

but things can't be made that easy for her, right? ]

What're ya doin', Galadriel?

[inafadingcrown]

I should think it readily apparent. [Says the elf with dirt under her fingernails. She does look a bit better than she has these past few days, though. More alive, somehow.]

action;

[allucinator]

[Oh, jeez. After the nightmares last night, at least he'd had the pleasure of missing his roommate in the morning-- but he can't avoid her forever, and might as well get this over with, right? Only-- well, he sort of dodges seeing her for a while, running around on errands, going to check out the training area-- and when he comes back, she's still there, and he really ought to talk to her, so--

--so he comes forward, awkwardly, clearing his throat. He's got new clothes, thank god; simple worn trousers and a button-up shirt.]

[inafadingcrown]

[Ah. She wondered if they might have a talk like this, but she wasn't going to push. If he wanted to avoid her, she was perfectly willing to give him space.

But when he clears his throat, she straightens, wiping her hands on the side of her dress, and gives a slight nod in greeting.]

action;

[justthedriver]

[ There's nothing Nikolai is more aware of than strange changes to his own emotions. He circles around Galadriel - he knows who she is from the network, listened to her conversation with Boromir and many others - but there's a strange warmth within himself. Like drinking warm stew in winter, made especially obvious that Nikolai's heart has been wintry since the mission, all warmth drawn out for the sake of his own protection.

Sometimes knives are cold. Sometimes wounds are red. But sometimes blades might be warm and green and Nikolai feels his breath rattles in his chest. (Like a corpse's; he has been a dead man for days.) Inside him something splits apart, but he's used to bleeding by now. His feet takes him towards her, but he still skirts around her without getting too close. He watches her from a slight distance away - definitely near enough to be seen even by mortal eyes - even as he lights up a cigarette.

When he speaks, his lips and eyes are covered by smoke. ]

Would have thought the rain to kill the plants. It's not good rain. [ Slowly, he tips his head, his eyes never leaving her figure. ]

What are you doing?

[inafadingcrown]

[She's keenly aware of his presence even before he speaks; even were she not... who she is, she would have been- a by-product of being so on edge from recent events, perhaps. When she finally glances his way, there's that moment of surprise, a flicker of recognition, before she's able to hide it.]

I would have thought my actions obvious; I am gardening- as best one can here, leastwise. As you say, it is not easy.

[Likely not what he meant and she knows it.]

action;

[debtor]

[Allen's on his way back to the apartments, chin tucked in as the rain runs rivulets down his hood, when he notices a bit of greenery. Which isn't something you see all too often in this place.

As he wanders closer to get a better look, he notices that feeling in the air. It's warm and homey, oddly welcoming despite the dodgy rain and the dirty lot and the rusting city—

oh man, are those vegetables? And herbs too, JUST SITTING OUT HERE, FREE...

No, wait, there's someone there.]

Er- pardon me. Is this yours?

[inafadingcrown]

[Galadriel stands when he speaks, turning to offer him a faint smile.] It is something of a project of mine, yes.

forgive me for lateness :[

[hbisea]

[ Mera knows all too well the sting of war. She's felt anger, guilt, everything Galadriel feels right now. It's remarkable she's been able to constrain her own anger at being snagged like a fish on a hook into another world.

She would not deign to sit around, however. She explores this new world she finds herself in, eventually finding herself where Galadriel is at work.

While she finds comfort and beauty below the water, something about this patch of land feels... warm and safe. She wonders where this feeling has come from suddenly. As she observes for a moment, she notices Galadriel's height and of course those ears. ]

Ah, excuse me. [ Is she interrupting? She thinks she may be. ]

Only if you forgive me with the same.

[inafadingcrown]

[Galadriel looks up with a faint smile; whatever she may be feeling, the instinct of hospitality is too strong for her expression to be anything less.] Yes? [If it’s an interruption, Galadriel doesn’t seem to mind, anyway.]