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]

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.]