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I have a manor in the forest, but I didn't realize that building it might upset them. Someone suggested that I should plant a tree in it to appease them, and I want to grow a garden, but I've never done either.

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In La Llorna? Hmp. That place dislikes all things that walk, human or otherwise. If you plant a tree, I would choose one carefully - a young one, tended with love and care, might yet learn to love its carers, but do not take the willows - their hearts are black and rotten. Yet it might be taken as a sign of good will, also. I would speak, if you can, to the haryon of the Elvenking. Legolas is King now, if he chooses to take his father's crown, but he is Silvan, I think - and the folk of the wood have ways with tree and branch that we Noldor never learnt. You could also ask to speak to the Lady Galadriel - from the tales her daughter tells me, after... we were estranged, my cousin moved to Lothlorien, and they dwelt amongst and on the trees there - she might have some advice.

And... no fortress should be without a garden, I think.

Would one from another forest do well, do you think? Though- noted about willows. [ unsure face @ trees forever ]

'Haryon'? And I've spoken to Galadriel and her daughter before; it'd be good to speak to her again, I think.

[ Pause. ] I don't really know much about gardening, like I said. But I think it'd be nice -- add some color to the forest.

It would be safer, but, perhaps not as politic. [ a considering frown ] If you could see if a dryad would speak to you? You might stand and call them politely, beg their assistance - they would know, if any seedlings were safe to take. [ The Willow tried to eat them, Maglor does not forget such things easily ]

Ah, your pardon. Haryon is... it means, prince, heir - he is the Elvenking's son, after all. Mm, she is grown wise and great, my little cousin. I am glad... [ his voice drifts off a little before he seems to return to the conversation ]

It takes little you will find, to raise a good garden - a little sun, a little water, a lot of love, amil used to say, was enough for most small things, and plants are no different.

But what if they don't answer?

[ What if she isn't worthy, isn't good enough? ]

And what you call me - what does that mean? [ c: you know, now that you're sharing. ]

I have a list of plants and herbs that can be used for healing; I'd like to try to grow those, especially.

Then you will have done the best you can, and none can say you did not try. [ firm ] The consequences will be on their own heads, then. [ Something dark flickers in his voice at that - for above Clarisse, above himself... he blames the Seelie Queen for Celegorm's death ]

But I think they will - they seem good folk. Certainly, Legolas has had no trouble, but then again, as I said, the People of the Wood have a unique perspective, in that regard. Always a good idea to have in a garden. [ He nods ] But grow things for pleasure too, little builder - fruit and flower may bring ease even in the hard times... and you may be grateful for the fruit in the lean!

Hm? Alcalasse? It means... mm, Bright, Glorious. You shine, Ariadne.

[ The bit of darkness in his voice makes her shiver, unseen by the locket. This is war -- this is what will happen, one by one, unless she can do something. ]

Oh, I will! Apples should be okay, right? With the weather? And... I always liked sunflowers, when I was younger.

[ Oh. She ducks her head, cheeks red; when she speaks, the pleased embarrassment is clear. ] Thank you.

I would think so, yes. You may be able to persuade a pear or plum tree to grow as well - I fear I am not the best suited to ask, however.

Sunflowers? Aye, bright and golden - they would suit you, I think.

[ a soft amused huff ] I speak as I see, Ariadne, no need for thanks. But I am glad you approve.

And tall, which suits me a little less.

Even without being an expert, you've been very helpful.

[ There, finally, she's won a smile, although she cannot see it ]

Perhaps, or perhaps not. There is something to be said, little builder, about the thought of you lying amidst a field of golden sunflowers, reaching high above your head in a bright cloud.

Thank you.

[ No -- but she can hear it in his voice. ]

I'll let you know if the dryads reply to me, okay?

I am sure they will [ not an ounce of doubt ]

But I would be glad to know their answer.

I'll talk to you soon, then.

I will look forward to it, then.

[ If I am still here he does not say. ]

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