( @undmiel )
“ there are blossoms here that i have never seen!” unsurprising, perhaps - - never had her interest been in the gardens of her father’s halls (though through them she would walk most happily) but in the olive groves, the shore, the sea beyond. “are these from rivendell?” gentle fingers linger near but do not touch sweet-scented petals, careful not to bruise. “i would like very much to assist you, my queen, and to learn of these lovely flowers, if you will allow it.” for CURIOSITY had long ago laid hold of her, not for flowers, quite, but for the queen who walks among them, come from rivendell. her smile is small, near-shy, but almost soft as the petals all around them. “though i fear i am not well-versed in the art of garden-tending.”
