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[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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[He blinks dumbly for a moment before crouching next to the tiny garden.]

I guess it's entirely possible that I've merely missed its existence since I got here. No one has ever accused me of being detail-oriented.

[A little laugh] You refer to the garden itself. Of course. No, you have not missed it; I have been meaning to do something of the sort for some time now, but it is only recently I have made the effort.

[He doesn't exactly smile, but he does quirk an eyebrow, amused.]

Should I have been referring to something else?

Where I'm from, the greenery is all so... perpetually green. It was almost refreshing, the change here, but perhaps I've missed it, just a bit.

The act of gardening, naturally. You might be surprised at the queer looks I have received today. […granted, some of those looks might be because she’s a 6’4” elf woman, but hey.] I do not know how one could ever tire of greenery. My own home is a forest; this place is… rather lacking in comparison. [Understatement of the year.]

I admit some surprise that anyone would dare. [Just because they've from different worlds doesn't mean Tenpou isn't still capable of recognizing power, in all its forms, when he sees it.]

A lack of change is always tiring. In the world below, they celebrate when the trees are in bloom, but in Heaven, they never stop blooming. The greatest pleasures are the rarest, as they say. Much like your garden here.

[Is he serious? Is he teasing? Perhaps a bit of both.]

[Ah- that gets her to quirk a smile.] Not all are as observant as you.

Rare and fleeting, so they say. I do not disagree entirely.

[And his answering grin is wry.] I'll beg you not to let that secret slip. My reputation would be ruined.

But you do not agree entirely, either?

I will speak not a word.

[She hums in thought at the question, trying to think of how to express what it is she wants to say.] It wears on the heart to see all about you fade with time when you yourself do not. A common complaint of my kind, but no less true for repetition.

[He could see her point, even if he'd never experienced it himself. Strange, to think that either side of the coin was equally as bad in its own way.] Shall I assume you come from the world below, then? Earth, I suppose they call it.

"Arda," we call it in the tongue of my people, or "Middle Earth" in the common, for all parts other than the Undying Lands. [She'll let him make his own conclusions.]

[She's made the classic mistake of telling Tenpou about things he has yet to know about. Might be a good thing they're both immortal.]

Arda. I can't say that's one I'm familiar with. May I ask about your people, then?

You may, certainly. Does the world "elf" mean aught to you? [It's the easiest place to start.]

Only what I've seen in stories, I'm afraid. A yosei, a... what would be the word, a fae, perhaps, would be the closest we would come.

It is difficult to know where to begin; with most, I start by explaining how we are different from Men- we do not age as they do, our sense are sharper, and we are bound to the land in a way that they simply are not.

Something like our dragons, then. Protectors.

[That's the impression he gets, at least. Most he's met with an inclination to destruction don't bother with vegetable gardens.]

If you would call your dragons protectors, then they are nothing like the dragons I have known. [But that's not the point.] But I would not say that we are all protectors. It is my own inclination, but it is not true for all.