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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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[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.

[debtor]

[Oh, well. He smiles back at the woman, back straightening.]

That's a really good idea. [So good that it strikes him as odd, now that he thinks about it, that he hasn't seen many other gardens elsewhere.]

Were they... difficult to grow?

[inafadingcrown]

Somewhat. The earth here is not as nourishing as it should be. But this is something of a talent of mine. [And, you know, magic ring.]

[debtor]

That's an amazing talent. I haven't seen much else growing in this place, with this soil and the weather... Well, unless you count the Civic Gardens. [But he shakes his head, shrugging. That place is a wreck.]

[inafadingcrown]

I would count them; they are not tamed, not safe, but they grow still, whatever they have suffered. [A wry little grin.] Something I understand all too well.

[debtor]

[He hadn't thought of them that way- only as wild, overgrown plants- and he takes a moment to consider it.]

Do you think... they could be tamed?

[inafadingcrown]

In time, I think so. It might be worth the effort to make an attempt, at the very least.

[debtor]

You really think it could? A place like that would do a lot of good for people here, I reckon, if it was [well] safer.

[Who wouldn't appreciate a garden? Especially a 15-story tall garden, in a place like this. He scratches a cheek, sheepish.] That would be quite the undertaking, wouldn't it? I'd certainly help... ah, perhaps it's a project to propose to the Transports.

[inafadingcrown]

I do. [And they'd have the help of a magic ring. She'd be willing to lend that too.] It is worth consideration. I know it would do me well to see it done.