paradisalogs | 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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[Caught! Ah he'll just turn around and offer up a timid smile.] Sorry, I didn't want to ruin a private moment.

[If they're going to acknowledge him Steve will get close enough to hold out his hand for Celeborn to take.] Steve Rogers. It's a pleasure to finally meet you, sir. Galadriel was kind enough to tell me a little about you.

You ruin nothing. [They have time enough for such things, especially here where their duties are less pressing. And she'll just watch this exchange with amusement. It's been sometime since Celeborn has been offered a handshake rather than a bow, she's sure, if he has ever been.]

[ Goodness, when was it the last time Celeborn has been offered this awkward greeting? A thousand and so years ago? The Elf didn't know what to think when Steve offered his hand to him. In truth, he stared at the man oddly before realizing this was a sign of greeting.

Finally offering his hand to Steve, Celeborn gives him a firm shake. ]

Has she now? [ His gaze turned to Galadriel for a brief moment. ] It would seem she has told many about me but alas I know nothing of those she deems as friends.

[ His gaze lingers on Steve once they're hands parted. ]

The honor is all mine, Sir Rogers.

[That stare makes Steve a little nervous. He almost regrets not learning the proper greeting of their world. Once Celeborn shakes back, Steve relaxes and nods respectfully. He's not commenting on the 'Sir Rogers' just yet.]

Thank you. If there's anything you'd like to know, I'd be happy to share.

[And Galadriel is just a little too amused. She does manage to shoot a reassuring smile to Steve. Her husband isn't as frightening as he seems, really.]

You are kind and gracious as ever, my friend.

[ 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.

[Steve chuckles and scratches the back of his head. Galadriel stop embarrassing him!]

It's only fair. So what do you want to know?

[But he's so fun to embarrass! She says nothing for the moment, just leaning against Celeborn and looking at him expectantly.]

[ Turning to smile at his beloved wife, Celeborn leans in a little closer against Galadriel and holds her hand within his. ]

I suppose it would be "only fair" considering very few seem to be lenient enough to speak so openly with someone they barely know. Therefore I shall ask you this, what is our purpose here? Or rather, what do you believe is our purpose here?

[Steve can't help forgetting his embarrassment at the sight. It's not something he gets to see too often, a couple truly in love, and it does his heart good. At Celeborn's question, however, he hesitates. Steve knows he doesn't have a good answer and isn't the type to pretend otherwise.]

I know what people are saying. We're here to give the castle power. Maybe they're right, but it isn't something I think about too much. All I know is I showed up here without a single friend in the world and nothing to offer anyone. The people here were kind of enough to help me without a single thought of reward. I prefer to think about them instead of what this place is cooking up any day.

If you do want my opinion on this place though, I don't think it knows what it wants half the time. Finding out why it wants us here might be too tall of an order for it.

In a place such as this we must rely on one another, must we not? Each how helped you was helped in turn, when first they arrived.

[ Despite how many times he asks this question, it would seem that the answer always remains the same. ]

No one truly knows of our purpose here, but I suppose it truly matters not in the end.

[ He sighs. ]

I suppose all we can do is rely on the kindness of others.

That seems to be the best way. I hope someday I can be someone who can be relied on.

Are you not already? [Sorry, but Operation Fluster Steve is too much fun.]

[ He gives Galadriel "the look" before continuing. Honestly, sometimes his betrothed can be so impish at times. ]

I do believe you're reliable enough, Sir. Rogers.

[He's all geared up to be flustered again before Celeborn bails him out. What a bro.]

Thank you. I try to be, but direction is a little hard to come by here. Back home, I had to fight in order to pull my weight. I'm not so sure how to do it here.

It is always simpler when the enemy is clear; when they may be slain with sword or bow.

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