I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold; (Open)

[inafadingcrown]

Who: Galadriel and you
What: Wandering through the forest because oh, thank God, spring!
When: 4/7, anytime during the day
Where: the...forest
Rating: Can't see this going higher than PG
Notes: Brackets and prose are both fine; I'll switch to match.

It had been too long. Too long since she’d wandered through the woods, too long since she’d felt the grass beneath her bare feet.

Galadriel closed her eyes, letting the warm breeze blow back her hair, breathing in the first scents of spring. She placed a hand on each tree as she passed it, an almost affectionate gesture, making her way deeper into the forest.

At last, when the woods had begun to darken, the small amount of light filtering in through the canopy leaving them in a perpetual twilight, she stopped to rest and take in the stillness, unwilling to venture further- at least today.

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[wilder]

[Yes, this beautiful borderline disney scene is about to be ruined as during her rest at twilight, there is a loud CRASHING noise as an angel with golden wings tumbles down through the canopy and straight into the ground nearby with a yell.]

[Why look, it seems the birds of spring have returned too]

[inafadingcrown]

[Galadriel isn't startled very often. She can usually sense and anticipate people's arrivals. Angels falling from the sky? Not so much. She actually flinches and a rare expression of surprise crosses her face. But that quickly shifts to concern once she realizes who just almost fell on her.]

Zelos. [She moves closer, bending down to look him over for injuries. If she's startled at all about the wings, it's a secondary concern.] Whatever were you doing?

[deltacain]

[Those with keen ears may hear a man singing quietly in a foreign language. If it weren't a day other than April 1st, you may think someone was under a castle loss, but no.

The lyrics are as thus:]

Hǎo yī duǒ měi lì de mò li huā
Hǎo yī duǒ měi lì de mò li huā
Fēn fāng měi lì mǎn zhī yā
Yòu xiāng yòu bái rén rén kuā
Ràng wǒ lái jiāng nǐ zhāi xià
Sòng gěi biě rén jiā
Mò li huā yā mò li huā

[The source is a man sat with his eyes closed against a tree, a book in one hand, thumb in it to keep his place. He seems to be mumbling the lyrics mindlessly, automatically.]

((OOC: A YouTube link to the song~. Mouseover the Pinyin for the translation.))

[inafadingcrown]

[Galadriel hears it, of course. And she's curious enough to follow the sounds to the source. When she finally comes across the man, she pauses, hesitant to disturb him. Eventually, however, she decides to speak up.]

Lovely.

[willrememberthat]

Woods had been scary for a long time. Ever since things changed, ever since the dead began to come back, the woods held scarier things than bears. The trees hid things, and Clementine knew better than to go anywhere near them alone.

Paradisa, however, was different. Without the snow, she was free to explore the places that had been too difficult for her to wade through before.

It was pretty, and Clementine happily stopped to inspect a tree with a low branch. Maybe if she were more adventurous, she'd climb it...

[inafadingcrown]

Behind her, Galadriel smiles to herself. She loves children, especially adventurous ones. That Clementine had made her way out here was a good sign that she fell into that category.

"A fine tree for climbing, I should think." It was the natural thought for Galadriel when seeing a child examining a tree. Goodness knows it would have been her own inclination when she was so young.

[lightbranded]

Galadriel was not the only one in the woods today. Will had headed out early to walk among the trees and remember. As he walks he looks at each tree and smiles lightly as he remembers everything he had learned of them from the book of gramarye.

This was not the forest of his home, nor that older forest of long ago that he had once visited. But it was still a forest. And in that he found a comforting familiarity.

Eventually he stumbles across Galadriel, and he smiles in greeting.

[inafadingcrown]

"Will." She smiles in return, beckoning him to join her. "Somehow, it does not surprise me to find you here."

[the_marli_tharn]

Hyzenthlay had never seen a man such as this one, before. She hadn't met any until she arrived here, of course, and each one different and - surprisingly enough - nice. Even the man wearing the hrududu. She's still keeping a careful distance, ready to bolt at abmoment's notice, but she follows along curiously, nose working to pick up Galadriel's scent.

[inafadingcrown]

Wildlife was rare in Paradisa- unfortunately so, to Galadriel's way of thinking- so it was natural enough for her to notice the little rabbit. Realizing that she has a small shadow amuses her nearly as much as it intrigues her. After a time, she sits against a tree, trying to make herself seem smaller and less intimidating.

"And from where have you come, pinig?"

She's not really expecting a response, of course, only wondering aloud.

[not_mafia]

[Tsuna didn't go into the forest often. Especially by himself. Mostly because his sense of direction was awful. Even if he could just go into Hyper Dying Will Mode and fly out afterward, he'd rather avoid dealing with the soreness that came after the fact.

Plus, you know. Direwolves and werewolves and all sorts of wolves running around. Yeah, he didn't want to deal with that.

Today wasn't going to be any exception, but he'd made the mistake of letting Natsu out of his ring. He was normally well-behaved, but some loud noise alarmed him, and he ended up bolting into the forest. Tsuna, of course, had to take chase.

After he caught the little lion and put him back in the ring, he wandered around, and... yep. Found himself completely lost.

Which brings us to now.

Tsuna sighs when he realizes how late it's getting.]

Well, I think I've been wandering around enough. Time to get into Hyper Dying Will Mode and get home. ... ugh, I'm going to be sore all over tomorrow.

[But as he's walking, he notices there's a person not too far from him. A woman with golden strands of hair and soft features on her face. She was... really pretty. And... she had some sort of crown on her head? Royalty?

Who is that...?]

[inafadingcrown]

[She notices him, of course, and she watches him silently for a time. Long enough to see that he had no idea where he was headed. When he spots her, she smiles and offers a slight nod.]

Lost, little one?

[heal_theworld]

[While Galadriel walks, she might hear the very familiar sound of Martel's panpipes, echoing through the forest. She's sitting up high in a tree, playing a merry tune.]

[inafadingcrown]

[Ah, she really can't miss that sound, can she? It takes her a bit to follow her ears to the source, but it isn't long before she finds herself looking up at Martel with a fond smile.]

A peculiar place to practice your art, is it not?

[wolfchild]

The weirwood has got bigger.

Arya had not thought weirwoods grow so fast. It had been a sapling, long and thin with a ring of red leaves like a crown and barely reaching her waist. It is now as tall as Nymeria, sniffing a leaf next to her—and it grows still.

She does not know much about planting, but that is a good sign, isn't it? It means the old gods are here. They can see now. Mayhaps even hear. Still, she worries. She used up her wishing on this little tree. It must live. If the gods abandon it, what chance does she have?

Fingers map the lines and grooves in the snow-white bark. It looks naked without a face. Arya will have to ask Robb when they are meant to score the face into it. The sap will be as red as the leaves, she knows, as red as blood, as red as tears. And once it's grown, she will be able to dance among the branches. She will pretend to have wings and that her world is of sky and leaves. She won't come down.

Perchance she will find her father one day sitting on a root, head bowed as he cleans Ice to a cold gleam.

[inafadingcrown]

This was not a place Galadriel frequented. The weirwood, small as it is, was new to her- as was this side of Arya. There is no way that elf could miss that something significant was happening here- something solemn. She steps forward slowly and deliberately, letting her words serve as announcement of her arrival.

"I have not seen a tree of this kind before." Not in Middle Earth and certainly not here. That would have been enough to attract her attention even if the girl hadn't been attending it.

[1nc0mpr3h3n751bl3]

Mituna liked the forest, also. It was quiet and the wind blew, and it smelled nice. He didn't remember very well if he liked it before, when he lived on Beforus, but a lot had changed since then.

Though he would have liked to feel the breeze on his face, he was wearing his helmet, because of the roots. As he entered the clearing where Galadriel waited, he stumbled on one of those roots, falling flat on his face in a cluster of wildflowers.

"Fuck."

[inafadingcrown]

"You must be more careful, friend." She's swift to her feet and quick to make her way to his side, offering a hand to help him up (and graciously ignoring his language).

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

Guess who had headed into those same woods early that morning? Light-footed and free, the younger elf happily climbed through the trees. When Galadriel reached that deep into the forest, he was sprawled out on the ground and just relaxing with his hair unbraided and loose around him. If he noticed her or not (and he definitely had) he didn't make any note of it or show any signs.

[inafadingcrown]

Somehow, Galadriel is not surprised in the least to find him here. As deeply as she felt her own connection to her forest, she knew Legolas, in someways, was more deeply connected to his- a wood elf, born and raised in Mirkwood. He must miss it so.

Rather than announce herself, she simply sits in the grass beside him, humming softly.

[lupinotuum]

[ Remus is wandering about the forest alone, silently picking his way through the trees. Remus is still on his loss, the Castle hasn't seen fit to return him to his rightful body, but it hasn't stopped him from at least trying to make this whole situation better for himself. He doesn't need to feel like he's trapped in his room while he's still trapped in this body.

He snuck out from the Castle early this morning, following the path down into the woods. He enjoys the quiet and the solitude. The forest is as vibrant during the day as it is at night and he takes care at inspecting each new sight and smell. ]

[inafadingcrown]

[Galadriel is sitting quietly in front of a tree when she spots him. She freezes at first, just watching. Wildlife is unusual in the forest, so there is the strong possibility that he is a resident.

But she's cautious enough not to risk it. She stands, slowly, and waits.]

[the_effect_she_has]

[There is something about the elves - whenever they walk through the forest - the animals seem to hush and the trees themselves sing a different song when the wind rustles their leaves.

Katniss can feel the difference from her perch in an oak tree, where she is gutting down dead wood to work on her cabin's roof, and although she's never approached one of the shining golden people, she has observed them from a distance.

This time, though, she recognizes the woman. From a nightmare, long ago.]

You look different. [She states, knowing it's probably impossible to startle someone so attuned to the woods.]

[inafadingcrown]

[Galadriel looks up and her smile falters for a moment. She recognized the girl, just as she was recognized. And she remembers when they first met.

But she recovers soon enough and the smile returns to her face.]

As well I should. As I recall, when last we spoke, were in the midst of events that took place thousand of years in the past.

[jthm]

[You'll have to forgive this boy. He couldn't stop himself from staring. Not because she was so pretty (though she's not really his type) but because SHE'S FUCKING GLOWING.

How is that normal? People don't just glow like that? He should know, he tried stuffing fireflies into a dead carcass and it still didn't glow.

So he'll just stand in the background and stare at her a little.

Totally normal behavior.]

[inafadingcrown]

[Sadly, the staring is, in itself, not that unusual for her. It happens. What she's sensing off the person doing the staring is unusual, however, and it sets her on her guard.]

Speak, if you will.

[And addressing someone before turning around to see them is also totally normal behavior. Right?]