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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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[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.]

[allucinator]

[He nods back-- but he can't meet her gaze for too long; soon he's got his hand on the back of his neck as he stares at his boots uncertainly.]

I-- uh-- I mean, about last night--

[A sigh.]

Sorry. An' thanks. An'-- I don't know. I'll figure somethin' to shut me up soon. So.

[inafadingcrown]

Please, think nothing of it. [And, from the tone in her voice, it’s clear that she actually means that. It’s not just a pleasantry.] We all have our demons to face. Some are only better hidden than others. [She’s out here, after all. Trying to keep her mind from listing all the people she’s failed to protect over her long life.]

[allucinator]

Mm. Yeah, I guess.

[Carefully he comes forward, trying not to step on anything that looks important.]

Er-- you need any help?

[inafadingcrown]

I would not refuse it, if offered.

[allucinator]

Just tell me what to do.

[He kneels next to her.]

Me mam made me plant a flower once, so, you know, you got a real expert here.

[inafadingcrown]

[She chuckles softly.] Then removing the weeds should prove no trouble to you.

[allucinator]

Sounds about my speed.

[He settles down, glancing for weeds. Weeds. Yeah, he's got this.]

You do this a lot? Garden, I mean?

[inafadingcrown]

I do- when other duties do not demand my time.

[allucinator]

Other thin's like fightin' in the war?

[inafadingcrown]

Rarely directly. [A soft laugh] Though it seems war is destined to consume a great deal of my time- here and at home.