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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[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."

[lightbranded]

"It seemed like the day for it." He smiles as he walks over to join her. "I learned my trees, once. Did I ever mention that?"

[inafadingcrown]

She begins to walk again, at a leisurely pace. "If you did, it was in passing only."

[lightbranded]

"I haven't thought about them in some time."

But he sounds cheerful about it. Just being out in the woods was raising his mood.

[inafadingcrown]

"How do the trees here compare to those in your home?" She's fond of them, but nothing, in her mind, could compare to her Mallorn trees. She misses them greatly.

[lightbranded]

They are very similar, really. This looks very much like the forests around my home.

[He pauses and rests one hand on a nearby tree.]

This is Oak. The King of Trees, some call it. It is a very strong and long lasting wood. There are examples of boats and pilings made out of it that have lasted for hundreds of years.

[inafadingcrown]

Oh, I know oak very well; it is an old friend, of sorts. [She stops and echoes his gesture, almost fondly] They say that the first elves spoke to the stars, to the grass, and to the trees. We understand them still, in a way.

[lightbranded]

Did you have them in your world? [He is interested by this.] And do the trees speak back?

[inafadingcrown]

We do. [She has to stop to consider how to answer his next question, though, and she tilts her head in thought.] They do not speak as you and I do, no. Yet they can be understood by those who listen.

[lightbranded]

[He tilts his head in a similar way.]

I think that I can understand that. There is music, sometimes. And the voices of the stars.

[inafadingcrown]

Do you hear it in the water also?

[lightbranded]

No, not in the water. Water is the one element I can fear nothing from. Magic which touches water will be washed away as if it had never been there to begin with. But the creatures of the Wild Magic who hold mastery over the water, those I have spoken to.

[inafadingcrown]

In Middle Earth, they way one may hear Ulmo, the Lord of the Waters, speaking still. The music of the Sea draws us.

[lightbranded]

What does it sound like?

[Will wondered if it was at all similar to the music of the Light.]