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GALADRIEL appreciation 01/∞

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"i'm trying to get this world back to a place where you don't have to snap." hypatia grips the rock beneath her and lets her eyes dance over @eraisa's face. "where you don't have to stress. no hole in the sky, just... just your usual life, all the farming you do. peace. that's all i want — for you and for everyone in thedas. i didn't ask for this mark, but the most holy must have given it to me for a good reason." her hand, palmed against the rock, glows a bit in response. "and if it's all the same to you, wil," she goes on, now smirking a bit, trying to be humorous and make the elf smile, "i'd rather not see you snap. bet you're scary. no thanks. let me know if you do, so i can start running."

a  little  sigh  ,      wistful  ,      carried  away  on  the  wind.         ❛❛   i  doubt  you  can  do  anything  about  that  ,      but  then  again———anything  is  possible.      nobody  ever  thought  the  sky  would  rip  in  half  ,      so   .  .  .  ❜❜          another  small  smile  ,      which  bubbles  up  into  a  giggle  with  hypatia's  words.      wil  imagines  themself  at  their  worst  ,      and  giggle  becomes  a  laugh———they  must  look  so  small  ,      so  ridiculous.         ❛❛  i  promise  you  ,      its  not  scary.      i'm  not  capable  of  being  scary———well   .  .  .  ❜❜         head  tilts  ,      the  magic  in  their  veins  warming  their  fingertips  ,      a  reminder  that  its  there.         ❛❛   i  suppose  with  magic  ,      i  can  be.       but  that's  combat———when  i  get  overwhelmed  ,      i  usually  just   .  .  .   punch  hay  bales.      i  imagine  it  looks  silly.  ❜❜

BUT CLOUDS ARE ALLOWED TO PASS, : THE SUN'S RADIANCE FULLY VISIBLE. every darkened thought cast away, 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. radiant gaze follows their figure, smile stretching just a bit further, ... ❝ you're correct, we must be due for a different topic. ❞ AN ANGELIC LAUGH OF HER OWN, azem's cloak settles smoothly as she stands up. ❝ how about you show me around the farm? i would love to see how everything has progressed. it has been quite some time after my last visit, after all. ❞

but  where  to  start  ?      eyes  scan  the  farm  around  them  ,      creating  a  list  in  their  head.      last  time  saras  visited  ,      the  chickens  were  laying  ,      flower  seeds  were  just  being  buried  in  the  dirt  ,      and  the  leaves were  beginning  to  return  to  the  trees.      all  of  it  is  different  now———peeping  chicks  ,      budding  flowers  ,      a  forest  in  full  bloom  ,      leaves  thick  enough  to  create  a  ceiling  over  the  pathway.      their  focus  settles  on  the  flowers———of  course.           ❛❛  i  think  we  should  start  with  the  flowers.      they  were  just  being  planted  when  last  you  visited  ,      remember  ?      the  peonies  are  in  full  bloom  now  ,      its  beautiful.      and  the  forest———oh  !  ❜❜         here  they  gasp  ,      endeared:      as  though  something  radient  has  blossomed  in  their  chest.         ❛❛  the  wild  daisies  are  very plentiful  this  year  ,      they  practically  line  the  forest  pathways  ,      you'll  love  it———come  on  !      and  then  i  have  the  new chicks  to  show  you  ,      a  new  baby  goat   .  .  .  ❜❜ / @sarastuss

his metal eye whirs as he looks down at the array before him, choosing to focus his attention on the rather delicious looking strawberry cake @eraisa brought. “ how did you know strawberry was my favorite? ” he asks, looking up at them and scrunching his nose. “ very kind of you. thank you. now, shall we? i didn't invite you out here just for you to watch me eat, you know. ”

their  own  focus  drifts  to  the  various  fruits  accompanying  their  treats.      they  retrieve  a  small  bundle  of  raspberries  ,      putting  some  on  the  tips  of  their  fingers  to  eat  off  of  them.      their  favorite.         ❛❛  scars  are  nothing  to  be  ashamed  of  ,      you  know  ,      no  one  needs  to  cover  them  with  clothing.  ❜❜         one  raspberry  ,      two  ,      three   .  .  .    before  they're  reaching  for  a  bunch of  grapes  ,      instead.      after  biting  one  in  half  ,      their  tone  becomes  almost  scolding.         ❛❛  and  mental  scars  are  the  furthest  thing  from  lucky.      they're  terribly  damaging.      i  would  much  rather  have  a  physical  scar  than   .  .  .   many  memories.      the  ideal  is  not  to  have  any  reminders  of  peril  whatsoever———but  nobody  is  so  lucky  ,      are  they  ?  ❜❜

shaking his head then, his hand stretches to accept the small, yellow flower, one he does not recognize. "there's only one i know of. a rose that grows in the mountains, of all places. like the people of greyridge, it is quite stubborn, and very difficult to subdue."

a  gentle  hum  ,      their  hands  returning  to  their  lap:      only  to  fidget  there  as  well  ,      fingers  twiddling.         ❛❛  i  don't  mind  a  bit  of  preaching  ,      by  the  way  ,      as  long  its  civil  ,      and  from  the  heart.  ❜❜         loving  one's  patron  and  preaching  about  them  are  two  very  different  things  ,      they've  come  to  understand.      one  is  lovelier  ,      kinder  than  the  other.      but  the  negative  effects  of  zealots  has  before  brought  itself  to  their  very  doorstep———so  there's  a  faint  nervousness  about  them  ,      but  a  welcoming  as  well.         ❛❛  i'm  sure  it  will  only  be  a  matter  of  time  until  i'm  speaking  about  my———mm   .  .  .   my  god  ,      technically  ,      but  i  say  mother.      such  relationships  can  become  a  big  part  of  one's  life  ,      hm  ?      so  by  all  means  ,      don't  prevent  yourself  from  speaking  of  ilmater.  ❜❜

Morfydd Clark as Galadriel in THE LORD OF THE RINGS: THE RINGS OF POWER (2022—)

Li Po, tr. by Sam Hamill, "The Birds Have Vanished"

GENTLY IS THE TOUCH OF THEIR HAND, : AS IT LANDS UPON SARASTUS' OWN, ❝ well, as your friend, please know that i will always be there for you. ❞ 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄 : &. NEVER HAS AZEM BROKEN HER WORD! ... azem's duty is to travel, to discover : but distance would do no difference, when the bond is true, nothing can affect it. &. she had made sure to do frequent drops to them, 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋, the weight atop wil's shoulder is not an easy feat, after all. ❝ i understand. ❞ HONESTY IN HONEYED TUNE, ❝ and i am honored that you share such a feeling with me. ❞ a pause, she feels a warm sentiment within : A LESSON SHE WAS TOLD BY HER PREDECESSOR. ❝ not even the strongest need to fight alone. ❞

anyways  ,      there  are  other  friends  to  be  made  ,      friends  who  will  see  them.      friends  like  sarastus  ,      who  brings  an  extra  beam  of  sunlight  to  the  farm  with  every  visit  ,      who  seems  to  understand  them  better  than  anyone  has.         ❛❛   i  don't  think  such  a  person  exists  ,      who  is  strong  enough  to  fight  on  their  own.      if  they  do  ,      they're  certainly  not  me.  ❜❜          a  quiet  giggle  ,      and  wil  pats  the  hand  their's  rests  atop  of  before  pulling  it  away  ,      looking  ready  to  spring  to  their  feet.         ❛❛  now  then  ———  what  would  you  like  to  do  today  ?      besides  sit  here  and  talk  about  the  burdens  of  life  ,      that  is.      i  feel  like  im  being  a  very  gloomy  host.  ❜❜

he is, of course, a stranger in their land. some level of scrutiny is to be expected. "i hail from a place called greyridge. it's a very small kingdom, way in the north. as for my journey, i cannot say as i cannot foresee its end." his expression shifts, sobering at the thought of what his future holds. "i fear a great deal of suffering is on the horizon. Ilmater has called me to freely share His blessings with those afflicted, and to help them through their plight. so, i follow where He leads me."

for  now  ,      they  turn  their  attention  back  to  lawrence  ,      curiosity  now  sparking  in  their  own  eyes.         ❛❛   i  see.      i'm  afraid  i  don't  know  much  about  ilmater  ———  i  cannot  say  i'm  very  keen  about  suffering  on  the  horizon  ,      though.      there's  been  quite  enough  of  that.  ❜❜         smiling  in  a  smaller  ,      softer  way  ,      they  grow  a  daffodil  now  ,      and  hand  it  over  to  him.        ❛❛   there  aren't  flowers  in  greyridge  ?  ❜❜

Ramón Casas - Over My Dead Body, 1893 (detail), oil on canvas