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]

"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).

[1nc0mpr3h3n751bl3]

He looks up, peering through his visor at the shining creature offering her hand to him. He reaches up, uncharacteristically calmed by her aura. "I'm thorry..."

[inafadingcrown]

"You owe me no apologies; you have done me no harm." Once he's on his feet, she'll step back, giving him some space and giving herself the opportunity to examine this new arrival a little more carefully.

[1nc0mpr3h3n751bl3]

He looks up at her curiously, examining her with the same intensity that she examined him. His helmet covers his head almost completely, but she can likely see him biting his lip, far too many sharp fangs crowding his mouth.

"You're pretty."

[inafadingcrown]

Startled, Galadriel gives a little laugh. She's not unused to that reaction, but she certainly wasn't expecting to have it said so suddenly or so bluntly.

"And you are kind to say so."

[1nc0mpr3h3n751bl3]

He lifts a gloved hand and hovers it next to her cheek, but doesn't quite touch. "You shine. What'th your name?"

[inafadingcrown]

She moves away from his hand instinctively, putting a more proper distance between them. The smile has never faded from her face, however, so it should be clear that no offence is truly taken.

"I am called Galadriel. And you?"

[1nc0mpr3h3n751bl3]

He lowers his hand as she moves away, hugging himself lightly. "I'm Mituna Captor. I haven't theen a monkey like you."

[inafadingcrown]

It's amazing, really, how quickly her face shifts into an expression of displeasure. "I beg your pardon? What did you call me?"

[1nc0mpr3h3n751bl3]

His own smile falters and he looks confused. "I don't know? Why are you begging?"

[inafadingcrown]

"I-" Clearly there was some serious misunderstanding going on here. "It is a turn of phrase, not meant literally. And I am no monkey. I am an elf."

[1nc0mpr3h3n751bl3]

"I'm thorry," he said, drooping. He didn't mean to make the nice lady angry. "Elfth are different?"

[inafadingcrown]

"Quite different." Her anger had rather faded, replaced by confusion. The lad was so obviously remorseful that she was certain he had not intended to insult. Yet how anyone might make such a mistake was beyond her understanding.

"Have you seen a monkey, child?"

[1nc0mpr3h3n751bl3]

"I've theen lotth and lotth," he said cheerfully. "Like Dave and Jane and Jameth Bond."

[inafadingcrown]

And now she began to catch on; the names weren't ones she recognized, but they certainly sounded like people one might find in the castle. "Do you speak of humans?"

[1nc0mpr3h3n751bl3]

He nods vigorously. "Alien pink monkey friendth!"

[inafadingcrown]

"I see. In that case, I should warn you that many humans will not take well to the comparison. I know you do not intend it to be so, but it may be regarded as insulting."

[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.]

[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.

[1nc0mpr3h3n751bl3]

Okay. I'm thorry. [He smiles] Better?

[inafadingcrown]

Of course. [And she returns the smile easily.]