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Introducing the People of Paradisa

Who: The Lord and Lady of Lothlórien & Everyone
What: While the two love birds have a romantic picnic within the courtyard, several nosy imps decide to crash their little party.
When: Midday
Where: The Gardens
Rating: PG-13 and much embarrassment on Celeborn's part.

[The gentle autumn breeze welcomed the two star-crossed lovers as they dined together upon several blankets spun from the finest wool. It was the perfect afternoon for a picnic, one comprised of clear sunny skies damped in bright cyan and fluffy white clouds that rolled past in an endless march to the distant horizon. Such a day was like most others here in paradise but what made this day so unique from others was two lovers who sat under the shadow of a sturdy maple tree. They dined and laughed in unison, the two of them greatly enjoying their time together in the form of flirtatious quips and innocent kisses. It was quite ridiculous how in love these two were but anyone with eyes could tell that they're definitely take their vows seriously.

Gently brushing his lips against Galadriel's hand, Celeborn was honestly not aware of the small crowd that gathered nearby. It seemed that many of Galadriel's friends have taken an interest in their timeless romance, many of which seemed more impish than curious. While he most certainly welcomes any and all of his wife's dear friends, Celeborn might be the first to remind them that this sacred time he shares with his beloved is his and his alone.

The Lord of Lothlórien can be a tad selfish like that.]

The glorious shine of the day fails in comparison to your beauty, my eternal queen.

[He whispers quietly with a faint smirk curling upon his lips. Celeborn could go on for days in admiration of Galadrial's celestial beauty but he rather not embarrass her so in public.]

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[Hey, at least for you two, it's only this conversation that's somewhat awkward. Maybe that's why Mufasa doesn't seem awkward at all; he's already gotten used to the looks he gets.]

It is an honor, Lord Celeborn.

[Although-- hm, does he not know of time stilling at home? ... nevertheless, it applies to him regardless, since he already knew he would not be returning home at all. It's with this in mind that he responds.]

Yes... I only hope that they may quickly recover.

[yeah no the hyenas are dicks, they couldn't be happier that he's gone]

Is it alright if I join you two, then? If only for a few moments.

[Yes, it’s a lovely day, isn’t it? Regrettably, the calm of the afternoon is suddenly disrupted by a bang, announcing the arrival of one young wizard only a yard or so away. The noise is not terribly loud… at least by human standards. But then again, not everyone is human.

Dairine brushes herself off and breathes in the crisp outdoors air to reorient herself after that little transit. Bothering the romantic couple was the last thing on her mind. In fact, she hasn't even noticed they're there yet. She's much more preoccupied with enjoying the nice weather after a long morning camped out in the library. Then her gaze falls on a picnic not far off and… oh.

Embarrassed, she'll attempts to quietly walk away. Maybe they won't notice her…]

[Unfortunately for Dairine, the couple involved is most decidedly not human and that bang does sound rather loud to their ears- loud enough to attract attention, at least.]

Dairine. [You are being beckoned over, young wizard.]

[ So you've met a lion, Galadriel's face twin, and a girl with a direwolf. You know what time it is then?

The shadow that crosses your eyes certainly is not a bird, it is too large to be a bird. Nor it is a small dog that has grown wings. It is, in fact, a dragon of that size. But not the same that Galadriel originally met. This one is colored black-and-red, slightly larger than his green-and-bronze brother.

Following the dragon is a girl of silver-gold hair and violet eyes, dressed in the garb of her people; a painted leather shirt, sand silk pants, and a choppy over skirt. For the moment she does not see them, not truly and does not think to call back her child as he flies about. ]

[ The youth's style and elegance certainly wouldn't go unnoticed by Celeborn but the Elvenlord was hesitant to refer to Ashura as a fellow Elf. While Ashura certainly does possess some elven qualities about him, there's still something quite unusual about the young soul before him.

Not daring enough to voice such thoughts, Celeborn held to his silence and merely greeted himself. ]

Indeed, I'm Lord Celeborn of Lothlórien. I take it that my dearest wife has spoken much about me.

[ That look of surprise certainly doesn't go unnoticed by Celeborn who's intently studying the red-haired youth before him. Did he miss something just now? It seems that his wife's kind words have shocked Zelos into brief silence. Somewhat humored by the surprise that lingered upon Zelos' face, Celeborn briefly turned his gaze to Galadriel. ]

One of many trusted friends, my love?

[ He smiles as he turned to greet Zelos again. ]

All is well, I suppose. While I'm not certainly fond of the situation, I cannot help but confess that I'm growing quite used to these strange lands.

[ A light chuckle escaped him. ] Only a fool would brag, my love.

Those who are truly wise have a true need for modesty.

[ He falls silent once his dearest speaks of Arya's troubles. While he certainly doesn't know the girl well enough to offer advice or any kind, Celeborn does hope that Arya is well. ]

I'm well, thank you for asking. [ The lie slips easily out. She shifts the subject away from herself. ] Was I…did we interrupt you?

[The shadow is familiar, even if it is smaller, and it's enough to wipe the smile off her face, appearing as unexpectedly as it does. Her grip on Celeborn's arm tightens ever-so slightly.

Logically, she knows that this is Paradisa, not Middle-Earth, and that the sight of a dragon need not alarm her so, but it still takes the logical part of her brain time to catch up with her instincts. Words will take longer still. Give her a few moments and she'll say something about the girl- call out to her, perhaps. But right now her tongue fails her.]

[ Despite appearing as humorless and stony as any finely crafted gargoyle, Celeborn is actually not half as threatening as he seems. In truth, he's actually rather kind despite his somewhat grim visage. ]

How kind of you, Sir Rogers. You're one of the few I've crossed who seem quite eager to assist me.

[Trees have enough bulk to hide others from immediate sight, which would explain why Merlin had missed the arrival of the two elves. With his own food in hand (an apple).

And he's been making faces this entire time while they're talking too yup. Not that they can see it of course, but the thought is there.]

Eternity is a rather lengthy time to allow yourself to reign over a place, is it not?

[He can't help but commenting on it okay? Besides, he's bored.]

[ As eerily familiar that shadow was, Celeborn never suspected he would come nearly face to face with such a beast again. Dragons once flew proudly throughout the skies of Middle-Earth, many of them leaving much death and destruction in their wake.

Uncertain as of how such a monster managed to make its way here to Paradisa, Celeborn's hand went to his sword instantly. Studying the creature as it came nearer, Celeborn's eyes widened somewhat once he realized just how small the dragon was. ]

It's a mere hatchling. [ He stated in pure awe and wonder. ] Not even hundred or so years old yet.

[ Somewhat fascinated by the small creature, Celeborn's gaze shifts instantly towards Galadriel once her hand reaches him. ]

Melamin?

[ His queen seemed utterly petrified by it and for good reason. ]

[Wow, Merlin. Rude. You have earned yourself a rather unimpressed look from the Lady.]

For a mortal, certainly.

[ The dragon swoops towards the girl following him before flying up into the air again, twisting and turning as if he is having fun simply flying. Though his eyes seem trained on the pair and their picnic, curiosity piked by their mere presence.

Daenerys notices this, following her dragon's gaze down to them and blinking. The woman she recognizes instantly, such a person is not instantly forgotten, but the man she does not. Yet somehow they seem to match, to fit together. ]

My lady. [ Her brow furrows. ] Are you well?

[She's able to shake herself out of it well enough by the time Daenerys reaches them and, though still a little pale, she offers an apologetic smile to the girl.]

I am. Forgive me; I was caught unawares and reminded of days long past. I do better with dragons when I have prepared myself.

[She turns to her husband, releasing his arm.] I apologize to you also, Mela en' coiamin. I did not mean to cause you alarm or appear craven before you.

[ An unimpressed sigh left Celeborn's lips once he heard the unexpected reply. Uncertain whether or not this gentleman was yet another acquaintance of his wife, the Elvenlord decides to leave the rude wizard with a thoughtful reply. ]

As lengthy as an eternity may seem, some would argue that the word itself is as short as a mere second to those who've existed long before time itself.

[There's a pause before she answers- a well calculated pause, just long enough to indicate that she's not entirely satisfied with that answer, but is graciously not pushing it.]

It is no great matter. You are welcome to join us, if you wish. [She can't help it. She's always had a soft spot for children and she already has some idea that Arya is rather extraordinary.]

[ Quick to soothe his beloved with sweet endearments, Celeborn couldn't help but eye the newcomer who came near with a look of wariness. Never in his days has he seen a dragon bend to the will of a master so readily. It's obvious that the dragon must've belonged to Daenerys because she didn't seem the least bit frightened of it. While the two Elves gawked at the creature in somewhat fearful fascination, the white-haired maiden seemed rather puzzled by their stares.

How strange. ]

Apologize not, my queen. It has been many years since we've last seen dragons and even so, our memories of them aren't forged from fondness.

[This is the advantage of hiding behind a tree, you can't see him roll his eyes. Which, admittedly removes a lot of the snark from this but well, you can't always win.]

And yet, an eternity in which you see all before you fade, wither and die. Is it worth it, then, to be a ruler of a dying land?

[MERLIN STOP.]

[ She turns her head from them for a moment. ] Drogon. [ As if understanding the black-and-red dragon flies for her outstretched hand, landing on it softly he peers at her and then at the elves. ]

I know they can cause fear as well as wonder in others, I apologize if my child caused you both undue stress.

[ It does not surprise her to hear such things, even in her own world there are those who fear her dragons. Stories of Aegon the Conquer and his sisters riding upon the backs of dragons raining down fire, they are enough to instill fear in some. Yet it is with fondness that she regards the dragon in her hand, moving to allow him to climb onto the leather shoulder guard she wears. ]

He is fierce and protective, but means you no harm. I can assure you.

[ Her gaze turns to Galadriel, puzzlement etching onto her face. ] Are you truly a queen, my lady? Or does this man speak with endearments?

[ The fondness between them is hard to ignore, but still IS THIS A THING YOU DID NOT TELL HER? GOSH. ]

[ Celeborn could easily sense that not all was well with the youngster but he didn't want to overstep his boundaries. Whatever ails poor Arya Stark must be something grave enough to warrant the concern of others. He could just tell from Galadriel's tone alone that something is amidst here but Celeborn didn't want to voice such a thought in fear of scaring Arya off.

Instead, he offered the child a reserved smile as he gestured for her to sit by them. ]

As my wife says, you are more than welcome to join us.

[ Still staring at the two of them in awe, Celeborn was finally jolted out of his daze once his wife spoke of another who resembles him. Giving her a rather incredulous gaze, Celeborn let out a deep sigh. ]

...I see. [ He mumbles softly in mock annoyance. ] Then I suppose it's true that Men and Elves truly are kin to each other.

[ Offering a faint but somewhat nervous smile to the Queen of England, Celeborn tries his best not to seem disturbed. ]

Forgive me, Your Majesty. It's not like me to be so rude. Please, sit and join us.

[ Celeborn couldn't help but frown once yet another intruder invades their private little picnic. Note to self, never host a romantic picnic in the middle of the day ever again.

He certainly won't make this mistake twice, no matter how much fun he's had thus far. ]

Another one of your esteemed colleagues, my love?

[Wow, Merlin. You have been talking to her for less than five minutes and you've already hit on what is, perhaps, her greatest woe. Good job. Her eyes narrow and her gaze grows heavier, her expression clearly asking what she does not with words- just who are you to ask such things?]

What must be must be.

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Introducing the People of Paradisa

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