The morning warmth was a gift, but Galadriel knew that the later the morning became, the nearer the hour of her departure drew. Before long, she would have to relinquish the gardens to those who didn't linger idly. It was something she accepted, an inevitability of the day, but it was worth a sigh of passing lamentation.
The first of the morning's visitors arrived quietly, just as the sunlight finally fell onto the ground. She was unobtrusive and careful as she neared and Galadriel did her the service of ignoring her. She let her move without scrutiny or comment, but she didn't retreat as the woman approached the beds and examined the clusters of growing herbs.
The plants still wore a sheen of dew and the dirt, in places, was crisp with the passing frost of winter. Galadriel knelt and, with great patience and care, helped the tendrils of new elfroot sprouts unwind toward the sun. The larger plants served well enough to hold the new growth upright, but intertwining them would create complications for those who collected them.
She was not especially fond of stabbing anything into the ground, particularly when the soil had so many delicate, new roots wound through it, but doing so was still superior to inaction. She glanced sidelong at the woman who had all but joined her.
"At your far side," Galadriel began. She spoke softly but, in the silence of dawn, everything sounded loud. "There are stakes that I might use. If you would be so kind as to pass them to me?"
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The first of the morning's visitors arrived quietly, just as the sunlight finally fell onto the ground. She was unobtrusive and careful as she neared and Galadriel did her the service of ignoring her. She let her move without scrutiny or comment, but she didn't retreat as the woman approached the beds and examined the clusters of growing herbs.
The plants still wore a sheen of dew and the dirt, in places, was crisp with the passing frost of winter. Galadriel knelt and, with great patience and care, helped the tendrils of new elfroot sprouts unwind toward the sun. The larger plants served well enough to hold the new growth upright, but intertwining them would create complications for those who collected them.
She was not especially fond of stabbing anything into the ground, particularly when the soil had so many delicate, new roots wound through it, but doing so was still superior to inaction. She glanced sidelong at the woman who had all but joined her.
"At your far side," Galadriel began. She spoke softly but, in the silence of dawn, everything sounded loud. "There are stakes that I might use. If you would be so kind as to pass them to me?"