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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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