[Crack Plot] Attack of the Vampire Melons!!!

[gardenwarlock]

A hot night in July, the kind of night when the air hangs heavy and still, not a breath of air to stir the leaves of the trees, or the curtains of windows left open in the Mansion, to let in what fresh air there might be. A full moon shines through the treetops, silvering the drowsy land and trees, painting every leaf in blue-white light

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[lorien_gal]

Galadriel is far from pleased with this turn of events. She'll be out, weilding what power of her own she has, vanquishing, or rather, vegetating one melon at a time, and trying not to let anger take her over as she works.

[gardenwarlock]

The warlock who's unwittingly responsible for this strange set of affairs will come charging across the lawn, trying to whack at an especially elusive melon with a hoe. The thing charges under the blade and bangs into his ankles.

"Verdammt!" he snarls, trying to kick the thing.

[lorien_gal]

"Leave it," Galadriel says, gliding calmly to handle it.

She murmurs something unintelligible in Sindarin, to return the melon to its vegetable glory.

[gardenwarlock]

He stares at the melon for a moment, then pokes it a bit with one toe, then looks up at Galadriel. "Your ladyship has my thanks," he replies, bowing a bit. "But if you know how to silence these ambulant melons, do you know how they came to be so voluble in the first place?" he asks.

[lorien_gal]

Galadriel gives Klingsor a long, long look.

"We both do," she says, simply.

[gardenwarlock]

He bristles at this rebuke. "My spell was meant to awaken the plants and speed their growth, nothing more. I know of no spell that would cause them to become so aggressive. Someone must have tampered with my fruit."

[lorien_gal]

"The Enemy," Galadriel says aloud, then she blinks, because she can hardly feel his presence.

"Hmmm."

Interesting.

[gardenwarlock]

"The Enemy?" he asks, incredulous. "So, is the devil at work in this place?" he asks, as if he doesn't really put much stock in demons.

[lorien_gal]

"The devil?" Galadriel asks. "I know not the term."

[gardenwarlock]

"Some would say you are better off not knowing," he replies. "But in my world, it is what we call one of the chief instigators of evil, though I doubt that world has much use for him: humans are more than capable of bringing evil and hardship upon each other, they do not need a powerful spirit to do that."

[lorien_gal]

"The Enemy," Galadriel says again, slowly. "I know him well."

[gardenwarlock]

"Mayhap it is the same being, bearing a different name," he says, with a shrug.

[lorien_gal]

"Aye, mayhap," Galadriel agrees. "The name matters little."

[gardenwarlock]

"Think you that this might be *his* doing?" he asks, eying the melon at their feet.

[lorien_gal]

"Mayhap," Galadriel muses. "For he twists what Eru made, into something loathsome, and to his taste."

She looks at the remnants of the melons. "This, however, would be new."

[gardenwarlock]

"It is more a nuisance than a horror, or am I mistaken," he says, glaring at the fruit.