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.]

Comments

[inafadingcrown]

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.]

[silvertree]

[ 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?

[persequor]

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.

[inafadingcrown]

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.]

[silvertree]

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.

[persequor]

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.

[inafadingcrown]

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

[silvertree]

[ 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.

[persequor]

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

[inafadingcrown]

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.]

[silvertree]

[ 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.

[persequor]

I've my mother here. [ Hopefully that is enough to satisfy them. It's not like it's kept secret. She does not even think of adding "and my sister." If hiding her name keeps her safe, Arya will deny she is her sister until her last breath. ]

[inafadingcrown]

[It's enough to satisfy Galadriel, at least. She knows no better, so she will take Arya at her word.]

It is a mixed blessing, is it not? To have those we love in this place.