Galadriel was delighted to move in with Lady Penelope. Yes, she knew Penny bore the title of Lady, but since Penny did not use it, Galadriel wouldn't either. Besides, this seemed a place where no one was what they seemed, and everything was what it wasn't.
Still, she was happy to be here.
She looked around the spacious stone room. The house elves had placed another huge four-poster bed in the room for Galadriel's use. Next to it, under a glistening bay window, was Galadriel's mirror in its carved stone pedestal, the silver pitcher on a shelf to the side of the window seat. Galadriel's clothing bundles lay wrapped in brown paper parcels on the bare mattress. A large wardrobe stood beside it, and a full-length mirror on a stand reflected her features across the room.
Galadriel looked over to Penny's side of the room - it was very, very pink. She smiled indulgently, and Nenya began to glow. Suddenly, on Penny's side of the room, a hat-stand took root and blossomed into a pink dogwood tree. Happy with her gift for Lady Penelope Creighton-Ward, she then turned to her own side of the room once more.
Nenya flashed once more, and all four posts of Galadriel's bed began growing as well, soft green and golden leaves unfurling from new-sprouted branches with a flourish, arching to form a delicate canopy over the bed. The wardrobe began to grow as well, intricate branches sprouting up and around in decoration at its top, and down its doors and sides. The wood encasing the mirror transformed similarly. The stone floor under Galadriel's feet grew a carpet of soft, sweet-smelling grass and soft moss, and sprouted delicate flowers, golden in color and star-shaped.
She turned to survey her work, and was satisfied. She bent to the parcels on the bed and began to unpack, smiling all the while.