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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[wilder]

[Yes, this beautiful borderline disney scene is about to be ruined as during her rest at twilight, there is a loud CRASHING noise as an angel with golden wings tumbles down through the canopy and straight into the ground nearby with a yell.]

[Why look, it seems the birds of spring have returned too]

[inafadingcrown]

[Galadriel isn't startled very often. She can usually sense and anticipate people's arrivals. Angels falling from the sky? Not so much. She actually flinches and a rare expression of surprise crosses her face. But that quickly shifts to concern once she realizes who just almost fell on her.]

Zelos. [She moves closer, bending down to look him over for injuries. If she's startled at all about the wings, it's a secondary concern.] Whatever were you doing?

[deltacain]

[Those with keen ears may hear a man singing quietly in a foreign language. If it weren't a day other than April 1st, you may think someone was under a castle loss, but no.

The lyrics are as thus:]

Hǎo yī duǒ měi lì de mò li huā
Hǎo yī duǒ měi lì de mò li huā
Fēn fāng měi lì mǎn zhī yā
Yòu xiāng yòu bái rén rén kuā
Ràng wǒ lái jiāng nǐ zhāi xià
Sòng gěi biě rén jiā
Mò li huā yā mò li huā

[The source is a man sat with his eyes closed against a tree, a book in one hand, thumb in it to keep his place. He seems to be mumbling the lyrics mindlessly, automatically.]

((OOC: A YouTube link to the song~. Mouseover the Pinyin for the translation.))

[wilder]

[While normally a fall like that would probably kill a person or at the very least break some bones- injuries wise Zelos seems mostly just to have cuts and scrapes from he branches he hit. He groans as he moves from the position he fell, grumbling to himself as he pulls as he rolls off one of his wings that he landed on...]

[Oh, and then goes very wide eye when he realizes he is not alone. O o p s]

- Galadriel!?

[willrememberthat]

Woods had been scary for a long time. Ever since things changed, ever since the dead began to come back, the woods held scarier things than bears. The trees hid things, and Clementine knew better than to go anywhere near them alone.

Paradisa, however, was different. Without the snow, she was free to explore the places that had been too difficult for her to wade through before.

It was pretty, and Clementine happily stopped to inspect a tree with a low branch. Maybe if she were more adventurous, she'd climb it...

[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.

[the_marli_tharn]

Hyzenthlay had never seen a man such as this one, before. She hadn't met any until she arrived here, of course, and each one different and - surprisingly enough - nice. Even the man wearing the hrududu. She's still keeping a careful distance, ready to bolt at abmoment's notice, but she follows along curiously, nose working to pick up Galadriel's scent.

[not_mafia]

[Tsuna didn't go into the forest often. Especially by himself. Mostly because his sense of direction was awful. Even if he could just go into Hyper Dying Will Mode and fly out afterward, he'd rather avoid dealing with the soreness that came after the fact.

Plus, you know. Direwolves and werewolves and all sorts of wolves running around. Yeah, he didn't want to deal with that.

Today wasn't going to be any exception, but he'd made the mistake of letting Natsu out of his ring. He was normally well-behaved, but some loud noise alarmed him, and he ended up bolting into the forest. Tsuna, of course, had to take chase.

After he caught the little lion and put him back in the ring, he wandered around, and... yep. Found himself completely lost.

Which brings us to now.

Tsuna sighs when he realizes how late it's getting.]

Well, I think I've been wandering around enough. Time to get into Hyper Dying Will Mode and get home. ... ugh, I'm going to be sore all over tomorrow.

[But as he's walking, he notices there's a person not too far from him. A woman with golden strands of hair and soft features on her face. She was... really pretty. And... she had some sort of crown on her head? Royalty?

Who is that...?]

[heal_theworld]

[While Galadriel walks, she might hear the very familiar sound of Martel's panpipes, echoing through the forest. She's sitting up high in a tree, playing a merry tune.]

[wolfchild]

The weirwood has got bigger.

Arya had not thought weirwoods grow so fast. It had been a sapling, long and thin with a ring of red leaves like a crown and barely reaching her waist. It is now as tall as Nymeria, sniffing a leaf next to her—and it grows still.

She does not know much about planting, but that is a good sign, isn't it? It means the old gods are here. They can see now. Mayhaps even hear. Still, she worries. She used up her wishing on this little tree. It must live. If the gods abandon it, what chance does she have?

Fingers map the lines and grooves in the snow-white bark. It looks naked without a face. Arya will have to ask Robb when they are meant to score the face into it. The sap will be as red as the leaves, she knows, as red as blood, as red as tears. And once it's grown, she will be able to dance among the branches. She will pretend to have wings and that her world is of sky and leaves. She won't come down.

Perchance she will find her father one day sitting on a root, head bowed as he cleans Ice to a cold gleam.

[1nc0mpr3h3n751bl3]

Mituna liked the forest, also. It was quiet and the wind blew, and it smelled nice. He didn't remember very well if he liked it before, when he lived on Beforus, but a lot had changed since then.

Though he would have liked to feel the breeze on his face, he was wearing his helmet, because of the roots. As he entered the clearing where Galadriel waited, he stumbled on one of those roots, falling flat on his face in a cluster of wildflowers.

"Fuck."

[inafadingcrown]

[Galadriel hears it, of course. And she's curious enough to follow the sounds to the source. When she finally comes across the man, she pauses, hesitant to disturb him. Eventually, however, she decides to speak up.]

Lovely.

[inafadingcrown]

Wildlife was rare in Paradisa- unfortunately so, to Galadriel's way of thinking- so it was natural enough for her to notice the little rabbit. Realizing that she has a small shadow amuses her nearly as much as it intrigues her. After a time, she sits against a tree, trying to make herself seem smaller and less intimidating.

"And from where have you come, pinig?"

She's not really expecting a response, of course, only wondering aloud.

[inafadingcrown]

[She notices him, of course, and she watches him silently for a time. Long enough to see that he had no idea where he was headed. When he spots her, she smiles and offers a slight nod.]

Lost, little one?

[inafadingcrown]

This was not a place Galadriel frequented. The weirwood, small as it is, was new to her- as was this side of Arya. There is no way that elf could miss that something significant was happening here- something solemn. She steps forward slowly and deliberately, letting her words serve as announcement of her arrival.

"I have not seen a tree of this kind before." Not in Middle Earth and certainly not here. That would have been enough to attract her attention even if the girl hadn't been attending it.

[inafadingcrown]

[Ah, she really can't miss that sound, can she? It takes her a bit to follow her ears to the source, but it isn't long before she finds herself looking up at Martel with a fond smile.]

A peculiar place to practice your art, is it not?

[wolfchild]

She jumps. Even Nymeria startles. She had not caught the elf's scent on the wind and the steps were quiet enough to fool even her ears. She bares her teeth in warning. Arya shushes her with a quick command.

"Down, Nymeria."

Arya stands. She remains in front of the tree in an almost protective gesture.

"It's a weirwood. It's little now, but it'll get bigger. Once it has a face, the gods will see through its eyes."

[inafadingcrown]

Even after Arya silences Nymeria, Galadriel gives the direwolf a wary glance. For whatever reason, this creature is as uncertain of her as her owner and she's in no hurry to lose a hand. She takes a few cautious steps closer, if only to get a better look at the tree.

"It is from your home, then?" Her eyes shift from the weirwood back to Arya and she smiles lightly. "Does it speak to you, little one?"

[wolfchild]

"Gods don't speak." For a time, she thought them deaf and blind as well. "And I'm not so little."

[inafadingcrown]

[Once she's reassured that he's relatively unharmed, she will back off, giving him some space.]

Does it truly surprise you to find me here? [Elf in a forest. Fairly standard, she should think.]

[wilder]

[His wings will fold up against his back as he sits up, trying to appear as unnotice as...well, glowing wings can look]

Heh heh...well it is a pretty big forest!

[inafadingcrown]

"Young, then, if you prefer." Then again, there were few who weren't young to her eyes. "In truth, I spoke not of your gods, but of the tree itself. You seemed almost to listen."

[wolfchild]

"Trees don't speak." A lie, she thinks. She heard a voice when the wind hit the leaves of the heart tree at Harrenhal.

"I was just wondering when it'd be big enough to carve its face. It grows quick."

[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..."