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."