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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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Perhaps a bit. [That and learning from mom! 8D]

Of course, I will seen you soon then?

Certainly. I will be waiting.

[Because it's not going to take her long to get over there. She will be waiting outside the training rooms, her sword strapped to her side and her hair wound in braids about her head.]

[She nods and, after a moment of hesitation, turned off her tablet before heading to the training rooms herself.]

[And Galadriel will give a comforting smile when she arrives.]

We will not be too long to start, I think. You will be sore at first and I do not want to strain you overmuch.

If that is what you think best.

[Mom knows best. And she doesn't doubt for a moment that she'll end up sore. It can't get any worse than when she woke up back in the Hold though.]

[A nod and she opens the door to the training room proper, holding it open.]

[A smile of gratitude before she heads inside and looks around. It suddenly weighs on her mind that she's about to pick up a sword in the midst of a war.]

[Galadriel places a hand on her back for a moment before moving over the weapons rack- a fleeting gesture of comfort.]

Something light, I think.

[Celebrian nods, agreeing.]

I'm not sure I'd be able to handle anything otherwise.

[It takes a moment before she joins her mother and looks over the weapons for something she could use.]

[She eventually pulls out a longsword- don't worry, though. It's lighter than it looks.] You remember how to hold it, I assume.

Yes, I remember.

[She takes a hold of it carefully, with both hands, one over the other. Celebrian gives her mother a small smile then, a bit pleased with herself for remembering.]