Introducing the People of Paradisa

[silvertree]

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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[inafadingcrown]

[Ordinarily, she might have recognized it, but right now her attention is rather focused on the fairies. She's flat out staring, rather fascinated.]

[silvertree]

[ The fairies certainly caught Celeborn's attention for a time, but that was until he heard the voice of another nearby. ]

My lady, [ He turns to Galadriel. ] I do believe someone is approaching.

[ninjainviolet]

Sylph! Where are you?! [Definitely a disgruntled-sounding voice heralding Sheena's arrival.

She finally comes into view and sees the Trio Spirit and the couple they were "harassing" and immediately jogs over to them.]

Sylph! What are you three doing? Can't you see they're having a picnic?

[inafadingcrown]

[Sheena seems more bothered than Galadriel, honestly.]

And greetings to you as well, Sheena.

[silvertree]

[ He glances over to Galadriel once she states the young conjurer's name. ]

Another friend of yours?

[ninjainviolet]

[Sheena looks at the woman with a confused expression. She knows that voice--]

Galadriel?

[inafadingcrown]

Of a sort; we have spoken, but we have not yet met.

[And then, turning to Sheena.] It is good to meet you in person at last.

[silvertree]

Is that so? [ He almost looks a tad relieved now. ] Finally, it would seem we're on equal footing now.

For once I'm not the one who must introduce themselves first.

[ninjainviolet]

Nice to finally meet you, too, Galadriel.

[Looking from one to the other, she thinks she knows why the Trio approached. Turning to the man, she nodded.]

My name's Sheena Fujibayashi, and these three are the Summon of Wind, Sylph.

They have individual names, but it's easier to start there.]

[inafadingcrown]

[She probably should introduce Celeborn here, but...]

"Summon of Wind?" [Her head tilts slightly to the side. Explain.]

[silvertree]

[ Listening with great intent, Celeborn says nothing as the two women spoke. ]

[ninjainviolet]

[Sheena looks at the Trio before nodding at Galadriel.]

Yes. Didn't I ever tell you I'm a Summoner back home?

[She tends to forget to mention that.]

[inafadingcrown]

You did not. And I confess that I know not the meaning of the word.

[silvertree]

A summoner?

[ He repeats the questioned word with a hint of surprise. ]

You mean to state that you're one of the few who can summon spirits at their whim?

[ninjainviolet]

[She looks from one to the other and nods.]

I made pacts with them to protect the people of my world.

[She looks down.]

I'm the last one...

[inafadingcrown]

[Galadriel knows a little something about being the last of something...]

I am heartily sorry to hear it. Such things may be lonely.

[silvertree]

[ Glancing slightly towards his wife, Celeborn's gaze finally returned to Sheena once more. He could imagine why the girl now finds herself alone, assuming that her people were killed because others feared their powers. Fear often acts as a catalysis for some of the more grievous crimes. ]

I may so ask, where are you from, Sheena?

[ninjainviolet]

[She can neither confirm nor deny his assumption--although it's crossed her own mind--and he'll know the real reason why she feels alone the more they talk.]

Um. I grew up in the village of Mizuho, on Tethe'alla.

[Given that Galadriel is there, she may have mentioned it to him, so she doesn't explain further.]

[inafadingcrown]

[Actually, she hasn't.]

She is of the same world as Martel and Zelos, my lord.

[silvertree]

Is that so?

[ The Elvenlord's interest is peaked now. ]

The same realm where the Elves there act upon pure malice alone?

[ninjainviolet]

Hmmm. I really wouldn't say that.

[Sheena tilts her head slightly in thought, and her tone is somewhat heated when she replies.]

Well, I don't like the way some elves and humans treat half-elves just because they're different--not one race or the other. [Yes, she said both races. Then her tone softens a little.]

But, then again, if it weren't for them, there'd be no Summon Spirits on my world.

[She doesn't think all elves are bad. If she did, she wouldn't be talking to them right now.]

[inafadingcrown]

You will forgive us, I hope, if we judge those of our kind more harshly. It is natural, I think, to expect better of one's peers. [And elves should know better, in her opinion.]