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[elvenseer]

[ Galadriel stands before one of the walls within the office building the Elves call their camp, smoothing long fingers across the surface to carefully blend together colors she's spent several hours applying, having grown fed up with the blandness of the constricting walls around. If they couldn't have any growing things about them, then she would

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[walkinthruwalls]

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That's easier said than done.

[elvenseer]

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Trouble with the Shadows?

[walkinthruwalls]

I'd say 'no more so than the rest' but I haven't really spoken to many people.

I don't think they'll look elsewhere for amusement just with us asking, though.

[elvenseer]

A recent arrival, or do you merely favor solitude?

That is likely true, but if these pests believe I shall startle at their presence like a fearful elfling, they are sorely mistaken.

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[onen_i_estel]

[Aragorn would definitely not fall short of duty if he had been in Gondor then, but that was obviously not the case here. No, it was almost maddening trying to keep busy. Already he had spent countless hours pacing the rooftops, empty halls and streets of Abax to while away the time. It served, if anything, a way to keep himself busy.

Truth was, without a purpose, he was feeling quite lost.

He had been gazing out a window when he heard the voice of the Lady. Following it, he soon found her. Aragorn's eyes widened, and he could not hide the smile that spread across his mouth.]

Now that is a picture that brings much happiness.

[elvenseer]

[ Soft as Aragorn's footfalls were, they could not fool elf ears; nor does his presence escape Galadriel's perception. With a smile, she turned her head enough to glance at him, acknowledging his company and his compliment. ]

A mere illusion in place of the real thing, but a comforting one, I hope.

[ Turning her head back to gaze at the picture of the trees on the wall, her shoulders jumped slightly as she exhaled softly. There was clear longing in her quiet tone when she spoke up after a moment. ]

There are too few trees here, Aragorn, such scant amount of growing things. It is so very quiet without their song around us. These walls may shelter us from the elements, and yet at times they feel akin to those of a cage, closing in on us.

[onen_i_estel]

Aye, that it is, my lady.

[He glances at her but a moment before allowing himself to admire the scene again. While Galadriel speaks, he cannot stop himself from nodding ruefully. There seems to be nowhere asides from the park to take comfort in, and yet the trees there are few and far between. Not at all resembling the mallorn's that fill the Golden Wood.]

There is a place in the woods of this realm where it may provide ease which you desire. If you would like, I can take you there.

[elvenseer]

[ Galadriel needs no longer than a moment to reach a decision. She's curious to see more of the park and weary of the watchful shadows that lurk about the camp. With any luck, a brief respite may be found elsewhere - even if it seems unlikely. She nods her head slowly in consent. ]

I would enjoy that indeed, and the pleasure of your company, of course. Later on I should like to also take a look at this tree that caused Haldir so much grief, perhaps. [ The small smile she gives Aragorn is almost playful, a glimpse of a side hidden behind her usual grave dignity. ] Lead on, Strider.

[glovedtouch]

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[She tilts her head.] Ghosts now? That's new.

[elvenseer]

Ghosts, specters, shadows... whatever one may wish to call these phantom presences that have lurked about the edge of our vision for the past few days. The city seems to be toying with us once more.

[glovedtouch]

Is it like the presence at the station? The one that was at the tree?

[elvenseer]

Nay. Not quite as ominous, so foreboding as that. Mindful, I should call these ones; as if they are watching us. Irritable, but I perceive no direct threat from them.

[mmmleather]

You are a very talented woman, I see.

[Ghosts? Games? NOPE. Just a beautiful woman making art. Being art. Zevran totally has priorities.]

[elvenseer]

[ It's good to have priorities! With a smallest of smiles, she inclines her head slightly in thanks. ]

My skill lies more with needle and thread rather than with paints and brushes, but your words are appreciated.

[mmmleather]

I see much skill, if I may be honest. If you are far better with sewing, that would be a glorious sight, indeed.

[Then he tilts his head. Did he just see...?]

This... may be a strange question. But are you an elf as well, by chance?

[elvenseer]

[ She merely laughs lightly at the flattery, not encouraging more but not seeking to reject his words, either. At the question, she tilts her head a bit in curiosity, giving a better view of one pretty, leaf-shaped ear among all the golden hair. ]

Not so strange, for there are a few of us here, among the other races. I am indeed an elf of Middle-earth; Galadriel is my name. I venture to guess I speak to a kindred, albeit not from the same realm?

[urnotafraid]

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The ghosts seemed focused on just being annoying, as if some people are not already paranoid.

[ Slight pause as he studies the drawings.] You're very talented.

[elvenseer]

Indeed. Yet, I feel they may have a purpose beyond that. Perhaps to keep an eye on us.

[ She bows her head slightly in thanks. ] My thanks for the kind words, though this is but a work of a novice. I normally leave such arts to those who master them with greater skill.

[urnotafraid]

I'd figured that's what these phones are doing in part. Never thought they would also need shadows and spooks to dodge us from day to day.

[ Grins a little, shaking his head. ] I'm no artist either, but I like what I see. Is that what your home looks like? With all those trees?

[elvenseer]

An experiment, perhaps, to test our mettle? I should not put it past our elusive captors.

[ She laughs a little at that, smiling. ] Then it is well. Aye, it bears a great likeliness to my realm, but alas, these woods I sought to illustrate no longer exist but in memory of those old enough to have walked beneath its boughs.