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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 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.