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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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In truth, that would explain why she has taken to you so well.

Am I to believe that others of your house possess such companionship?

Only my brothers. My sister had one, but Lady died. [ Her voice remains even throughout. ]

I am sorry to hear it. [Her voice also remains even. If Arya isn't upset, then there's no reason to dwell on it.] Have you many brothers and sisters?

[ While Arya certainly doesn't seem very troubled by the death of the wolf named "Lady", Celeborn couldn't help but wonder why the beast died. Judging by how tall and robust Nymeria is, Celeborn doubts that a dire wolf could be killed easily. It's not his place to pry however. The girl is already on edge around them and that dire wolf of hers seems even less fond of them.

Wondering if little Arya would actually be so willing to answer his wife's questions, Celeborn silently offered the girl more fruit to snack upon. ]

Eat your fill, young one.

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[ "Seem" being the keyword here. Arya can speak of Lady easily and is even getting better at speaking of her brothers without wanting to scream, but the steady stream of questions only serve to put her further on edge. Her shoulders hunch slightly as she tries to think of a way to leave without appearing impolite.

Galadriel's question she answers with a simple, "Yes," and refuses to elaborate. Although she accepts the fruit with a wordless nod of thanks, she does not raise it to her mouth. ]

[Between Arya's simple answer and Celeborn's changing of the subject, Galadriel finally realizes she's been pushing. A glance at Celeborn is her wordless thanks to him; of course he was able to see she was going too far. He always has been.

She'll remain silent for now and allow the girl some space.]

[ Now that his wife has ceased in her relentless questioning, Celeborn decides to drive the conversation with idle talk. As much as he would love to learn about the Starks, it would seem that this little one is unwilling to answer. ]

Tell me about your world, Arya. Surely there are wondrous locations there that cannot be easily replicated within Paradisa.

[ Winterfell. ]

There's the Wall.

[Her initial reaction is to dive in with a question about this Wall, but given Arya's reaction to her earlier questions, Galadriel opts to allow Celeborn to do the talking and takes a drink of wine instead.]

"The Wall?"

[ The Elvenlord's brow arched high. ]

Now what would be so unique about a mere wall?

This "mere" wall, my lord, was raised 8,000 years ago by Bran the Builder and stretches all across the northern border. It's so tall if you stand at the bottom you cannot see the top. It's made entirely out of ice and it has never fallen.

[ There might be a "suck it" at the end of that. ]

[Well, Galadriel looks impressed.] I have known no structure outside the Undying Lands to stand so long. [That's almost as old as she is!]

Quite a fanciful tale you tell of this magical wall, Lady Arya. However, have you ever seen this alleged wonder in person?

[ He highly doubts she has. ]

No. But House Stark and the Night's Watch have worked together for all those years to maintain the Wall and protect the realm from the dangers beyond. My nuncle is a Ranger in the Night's Watch and my brother took the black as well.

[ Insinuate her brother left her for something fanciful again. She will smash your nose into your brain. ]

I would remind you also, my lord, that there is much of our world you have not seen and yet know exists. [Like everything west of the Sundering Seas, for example.]

[ Seeming to be a little more intrigued with Arya's tall tale, Celeborn casts his wife a glance. ]

Taking her words as fact, are you? [ He smiled faintly. ] Very well, you've earned that one.

[ He turns his gaze back to Arya again. ]

It would seem that the Night Watch is burdened with a daunting task before them. One would wonder why your brother joined so freely, the same of your uncle, but I shan't pry.

Instead, I'm merely curious to know more about these valiant souls. Is it customary for the Men of your House to embark upon this oath?

It is a great honor to serve in the Night's Watch. There is no glory and no songs, but it is they who protect the realms of men. My foresires are the Kings in the North; their brothers, Lord Commanders of the Night's Watch. In the North, lords do not sit idly and speak blindly. Ours is the blood of the First Men. We do not send a servant to defend that which we can.

As it should be. [Her father and her brothers all lead their armies to war. Defended their people. As does her husband. As does she, in her own manner.]

Blood of the First Men?

[ He eyed the child with curiosity over that statement, but chose not to question it. ]

While the Lords of the North certainly seem quite courageous, what of those who hail from the southern or western regions? Surely they understand the purpose behind the Night's Watch and their ancient creed.

They provide supplies and men. But it's the North that is their greatest ally. The few times the Night's Watch has failed to hold the Wall, the power of Winterfell behind them smashed the invaders.

You speak with no small amount of pride. [So, hush, Celeborn. Let her have her moment.]

[ He gives his a wife a look, but it's not one she would expect. Celeborn actually looks quite pleased now. It seems as if the nervousness that overwhelmed little Arya earlier has faded. ]

She hails from true nobility, my queen. Her Stark blood allows her to remain true to the culture of her people, even here.

[ Something's going on here she feels like she's missing. It only serves to annoy her further. ]

If you do not stop teasing her so, my lord, I fear the blood we will be discussing is yours. [And she may look just a little too amused about that.]

[ Noticing the suspicious gaze that lingered in Arya's gaze, Celeborn decided perhaps it would be best not to bother this girl anymore. Galadriel gave him his warning and he plans to heed it. ]

I would rather we not discuss blood at all.

[ He looks towards Arya again. ]

Besides Nymeria who keeps you company, are you alone here? I certainly would hope not.

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