Galadriel, Lady of Lothlórien (
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I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold; (Open)
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.
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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[She looked back at Galadriel, before nodding her head once.] Yes.
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I am sorry; the separation is not easy, particularly for the young.
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Every day, it feels like there's something missing. Like my arm, or my leg. Or my heart. I turn, I look, but he's not there.
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[She pushed her hair out of her face with one hand, balancing her thatching.] My cabin is a little ways this way, if you want to rest. Maybe get some food and water. I only have what I've gathered, though.