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

[heal_theworld]

...That's right, your species of elf live for longer than 1,000 years. [It's strange, when she thinks about it.]

[inafadingcrown]

A great deal longer. My youngest grandchild has seen over twice as many years.

[heal_theworld]

It's amazing. But it could get lonely...

[inafadingcrown]

Were there no others who could expect such length of life, certainly. But I do not face the ages alone.

[heal_theworld]

I know. You have Celeborn. [She smiles.] How long have you two known each other?

[inafadingcrown]

Oh, you ask such questions. The majority of my life now, of that much I am certain. [She leans back against the tree, thinking.] Some seven thousand years, perhaps?

[heal_theworld]

Such a long time. And you never get tired of one another?

[inafadingcrown]

Could you tire of Yuan?

[heal_theworld]

[She laughs, because that's a good point.] No, of course not. Though sometimes he infuriates me.

[inafadingcrown]

[And now she's laughing as well.] That is to be expected, I think.

[heal_theworld]

Did I ever tell you how we met, Yuan and I?

[inafadingcrown]

No, I don't believe you have.

[heal_theworld]

He was a officer in the Sylvaranti army. Kratos and I went to go see him to get him to stop the battle that was going to occur the next day, but he wouldn't listen to us. I ended up telling him he was an infuriating man who couldn't see the truth even if it was right in front of his face.

And then he had us bodily thrown out of his camp.

[inafadingcrown]

[That was not the ending she was expecting, to say the least.] Yet you obviously met again.

[heal_theworld]

Yes. The battle went terribly the next day, and he followed us when he realized we had been right. Though he still thought our goal to end the war and stop discrimination was crazy and it'd never work.

[inafadingcrown]

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

[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?

[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.