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.

Comments

[inafadingcrown]

It seems to me that those are two separate goals, one much more achievable than the others.

[willrememberthat]

She shakes her head. "No, but it just seems a little... lonely, I guess."

[inafadingcrown]

"There are times when solitude is a welcome thing."

[willrememberthat]

"Maybe," says the little girl wandering around on her own.

[inafadingcrown]

An irony that Galadriel is swift to note. "And you? You have come here unaccompanied, have you not?"

[willrememberthat]

She smiles, a little sheepishly.

"I was just exploring." Lee probably wouldn't approve of her thinking about climbing trees, but that's why he wasn't informed!

[jthm]

Ahh...enjoying spring and all that junk too?

[the_effect_she_has]

There are no elves in my world - I don't think anything that beautiful and natural exists, honestly.

[Her eyebrows raise, just so, but she sees the strings and her own grey eyes go a little sad.] I'm sorry to hear that. I ... also don't have my man here for you to meet.

[heal_theworld]

At first I just wanted to end discrimination so everyone could live in harmony. But... The war. The war was causing some of that strife. Nothing could possibly move forward if the world was torn apart by the war. And if the war killed the tree...

Well, then it wouldn't matter, would it?

[inafadingcrown]

To end all discrimination seems an impossible enough goal on its own. Of my long years, do you know how many of them have seen the world in complete harmony?

[inafadingcrown]

Something of the sort; it has been a long winter.

[inafadingcrown]

Yet you seem familiar enough with woods. Are they not beautiful and natural?

Was he here before, if I may ask?

[inafadingcrown]

Galadriel, on the other hand, heartily approves of tree climbing. "I have a bold adventurer before me, then! Have you seen much today?"

[the_effect_she_has]

I have been hunting in the woods since I was a child. [She looked around, her grey eyes bright.] They're where I feel at home.

[She looked back at Galadriel, before nodding her head once.] Yes.

[willrememberthat]

"I just got here!" She laughs. "The castle was pretty boring, today. People must be busy with stuff."

[heal_theworld]

...I don't know if it's impossible or not. [She could at least admit that.] I like to think it is, though. I want to think all races could live in harmony on Aselia. And here, it's possible. It gives me hope. Nobody I've met even cares that I'm a half elf. You don't even care, Galadriel.

[inafadingcrown]

Of course I do not care. My own grandchildren are of the line of the Half-Elven. [She gives a little sigh] It is a fine hope. I will say that much.

[inafadingcrown]

"It can be dull at times." She agrees. "It is too fine a day to spend indoors, regardless."

[inafadingcrown]

Something we have in common, then. [Granted, it's a bit more of a literal home for her.]

I am sorry; the separation is not easy, particularly for the young.

[the_effect_she_has]

It's weird ... coming to a place so far from home, and finding so much in common with people. [She pushed her hair out of her face, thoughtful, before she looked down to the ground.]

Every day, it feels like there's something missing. Like my arm, or my leg. Or my heart. I turn, I look, but he's not there.

[1nc0mpr3h3n751bl3]

"Why?" He blinks, eyes wide and maybe just a touch too innocent. Then again, he is rather obviously simple. "They are monkeyth. Like we are inthectth."

[inafadingcrown]

But you are clearly not an insect. You speak, you think, you are capable of understanding great complexities. Insects are not. Nor, I think, are monkeys. [Which is precisely the point.]

[inafadingcrown]

We remain here though our hearts are elsewhere, in the care of another. Yes, I understand.

[1nc0mpr3h3n751bl3]

I hatched from an egg! I uthed to have thikth limbth. [He wiggles his fingers like an insect's legs, and then touches his own torso at the side, where an extra pair of legs might have sprouted]

Are they really mad?

[inafadingcrown]

[You know, that news really should startle her more than it does. Two years in Paradisa certainly changes one's expectations.]

Likely not. I imagine most would have voiced their complaints. Yet I would avoid using the term in the future. It is... impolitic.