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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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[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.

[onemoredeath]

Ah. I suppose they were beautiful from all the care you gave them.

[He looked at the poor plants she was working with, noticing the slight differences between them and the ones in the natives' gardens.]

A shame you cannot get more plants from the outlands to grow.

[inafadingcrown]

Perhaps in time, I will. I might ask those who venture out to bring me what plants they think likely to be of use.

[onemoredeath]

It would easy enough to do. I often go wandering out there and I could bring back seedlings if there is any you may wish for.

[inafadingcrown]

It would be much appreciated. I have no way of knowing what manner of plants are there, of course, but I would welcome anything you think may be of use, particularly for healing.

[onemoredeath]

Since I am no healer, I would not know what those are like, but I can bring back what I find and you can see if they will work, yes?

[inafadingcrown]

Of course. You have my thanks for it.

[onemoredeath]

Thank me when I bring you some, my lady.

[inafadingcrown]

And so I will. But the offer itself is kind and worthy of thanks, I think.

[onemoredeath]

The offer is one made knowing that go out there more than enough to warrant bringing something back for those that do not travel beyond here. [ He does not consider it kind of him. He did things because of how easily bored he was of doing nothing and at least fighting the more odd vegetation for something useful may prove distracting enough for him. ]