０１８． ｔｅｘｔ ＋ ａｃｔｉｏｎ？

[mansuetus]

Sweet Tranquility;

Your company is requested on a perilous journey! one that songs would have been written on if we had a bard or a poet in our company.

it is an important mission; to go to the heart of the gardens and pick berries.

the necessary equipment is as follows;

- baskets

- a song to sing for the walk would be quite long.

- a mood which would suit such a task as berry picking.

I shall be most grateful to have your company.

Lucrezia Borgia;

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voice

[mansuetus]

[ her voice is giddy and bright and joyful since yes. ]

More than amenable, I must request it. For as long as you have time, I shall be at your side.

voice

[woodlander]

I would enjoy that. I shall meet you at the entrance, then.

[ It's not that far from where she'd been patrolling, anyway. ]

voice » action;

[mansuetus]

[ You made her whole week, Tauriel. So much that when she arrives to the entrance, her hair is loose and her feet are bare and her smile is bright. ]

I dared not keep you waiting. Will you take my arm?

[woodlander]

[ Bare feet and long hair, and a personality as bright as the stars themselves.

Lucrezia Borgia is born of Men, but Tauriel thinks her a good fit among the Elves. It's impossible not to smile in return. She moves, taking the offered arm. ]

You kept me waiting not at all. You seem in fine spirits, lady Lucrezia. Is it a happy day?

[mansuetus]

Has it reason not to be happy? there are many berries to pick in the gardens and I have the most beautiful company for my journey. The whole ship would envy my good fortune.

[ what other lady can tell she has taken casual walks with a pretty elf? ]

all those of your kin seem to care for the gardens. do you all live in the woods?

[woodlander]

[ Not many Elves could say that they had walked with one like Lucrezia. Tauriel has never met anyone like her. Good and cheerful humour seems to come to her with an enviable ease. ]

Elves favour natural places. In Mirkwood, my home, we live among the trees. The gardens bring much comfort to me in this world of metal and glass. I would not like it at all, if not for this place.

Do you not find it comforting, Lady Lucrezia, to breathe this air and hear the sounds of nature?

[mansuetus]

I do. Especially here. The ship is oft too dark and far too suffocating for me. We had a beautiful garden in the Vatican where I lived. In the summer, the air always smelled of wine and the laughter of children always carried in.

[ it has been a year since she had seen her Rome. ]

Why is called Mirkwood?

[woodlander]

[ That sounds peaceful. It makes Tauriel smile, and she imagines at once a garden filled with sunlight.

That vision is as far removed from Mirkwood as is this place. ]

It is dark there. The trees are heavy - and, at present, they sicken. Once it was called the Greenwood. Perhaps one day it will be again.

Will you tell me more of this Vatican, your home? Is it a city?

[mansuetus]

Why did the name change? Why could it not stay Greenwood?

[ she has rarely heard of woods or cities changing their names. ]

It is a city within a city. Rome is a city, the heart of Italy and within it, the holy City of the Vatican, the Seat of the Pope, he who speaks in the name of God. My Holy Father.

[woodlander]

The name seemed wrong, for it was no longer green. But my people have long memories, and names are sometimes fleeting things. Perhaps some day, it shall change again.

[ She hopes so, for such a change would mean that the trees no longer sickened, and the shadow had been cleansed.

But that time is not at hand, so Mirkwood the forest remains. ]

Then this Pope of yours, he is something like a King? A King ruled by other kings. [ She looks uncertain here, thinking the idea of that sounds awkward. She cannot imagine Thranduil taking well to orders from another king. ]

[mansuetus]

I shall pray that it does. My Tauriel should be surrounded with deep green and clean air, not in darkness.

[ the ship is a metal creature of darkness but lucrezia has known sun before; she would wish the same for her favored ones. ]

Not quite. He is no king; but as he speaks the word of God, he may crown kings and in that manner, he has more power than them.

[woodlander]

I pray for the same, my lady, and I thank you.

I do not think that there is such a person as that, in Middle Earth. [ Unless the wizards count. Mithrandir would have the ear of kings, but she does not believe he could appoint them. ] Your religion seems very dear to your heart. Your love for your God, it is written in all that you do.