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[ elizabeth sits in the grass, with white roses in her hair and her skirts pooled about her. she looks thoughtful and placid to most, and only those who know her passably well may note an undercurrent of sadness in her features. it is there, but not readily apparent unless one has seen and interacted with her often.

her mother's absence and the hell that awaits her family in the future have not been forgotten. they hang like a great weight about her neck, and in the way her shoulders bow a little despite being straight and stiff otherwise. she keeps her eyes averted from the camera for now, as she speaks up quietly: ]

It all began upon a lovely day in spring
A maiden fair stumbled upon a King
Beneath the boughs of a mighty oak
Whilst two boys clutch'd at her cloak

And lo he came upon them there
Stricken at once by the maiden so fair
He gaze'd at her and she at him
Love-struck and helpless to its whim

[ she releases a long breath of air, and finally looks up at her comm device. her face still appears peaceful, as though the words and the act of writing them have had a calming effect. and perhaps they have. she effects a small smile, though, for good measure. ]

I think it a good beginning. What say you, Tranquility? Putting such a tale to words has been a daunting task, indeed.

I shall continue, and add more to it. But I must ask, are there such tales whence you hail from?

[ and if poetry is not your jam, elizabeth has another query. she holds up a plastic container (a stick of deodorant) and a glass bottle (perfume) and various other sundry items she has found. all sweet-smelling, all utterly confusing to a girl from the late middle ages. ]

And I must beg another query of you, if you please: what are these? What purpose have they?

[ anyone who knows her will see that this is only an attempt on her part to distract herself. sitting idle and stewing over the heaps of negativity life loves to send her fmaily's way has never been her thing. ]

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Of that I have no doubt, my lord. And you have great cities beneath the ground, do you not? Such a wonder they must be to behold!

I would like to see those as well. [ of course he is, and she would never expect him not to be. he clearly has good reason to have pride in his people. ]

As did I. Well, until I was interrupted. [ her cheeks flush. ] The lack of privacy takes some accustoming to on my part.

Grand ones. Had I...had I lived, I would have ruled the greatest of them all--Erebor. I am sure it will be raised up again once more, regardless of my passing. Glittering beauty. [He only wishes he could have seen it in such a state.]

And yes, it would be kinder to separate the showers between males and females, I think. [He flushes as well, chuckling.] It is a bit embarrassing for me given my height, as well.

[He is entirely too close to people's privates if they are a given height.]

We may not be there, but fortunately we are here, far-removed from such sorrowful circumstances as which we would otherwise face at home.

[ the need to reassure him in automatic, but also sincere. ] Are you able to draw its likeness for me?

I.. yes. [ the monthly parade of naked men never fails to make her blush. ] Er..

[ oh, god. she might eclipse the humble tomato yet, with how red her cheeks have become. ]

Yes, we are. And I can be right greatful of that.

[Fili frowns for a moment.]

I might--I don't know if I'm much of an artist.

[At least when it comes to paper.

He flushes harder, then laughs.]

Oh lass, I apologize. I'm embarrassing both of us.

So can I, for it is a pleasure to know you, my lord.

If you cannot draw it, then one day you must describe it for me and I shall put it to verse, and paint it with words and music. What say you?

[ her blush is not going anywhere, but she has the grace to smile shyly. ]

I do not recall you doing so alone. I lent some aid in that. Think nothing of it, for it is past now.

Ah...a song. I could sing you the song of the mountain, and how we lost it.

There is a song on that. But it's reclamation--I would love to help you write something on that.

[He smiles.]

Yes, it is.

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I would like to hear it, though it must be a sad ballad, indeed.

But yes, exactly that—I would write something more positive, to capture the loveliness of your home in words as I cannot with paint without having seen it with my own eyes.

[ he's not so bad at all. so far, he strikes her as a good fellow. she returns his smile. ]

Will you sing it to my mother, when next you visit her?

[ she means nothing ill, and indeed, her phrasing and tone are both completely guileless. she will not assume that he seeks to replace her father unless things become serious.

but even a friend might sing to another, as she did for jon snow. it is not outlandish in her eyes. ]

It is, but it is history, now.

[He smiles, flushing a bit.]

Well, I don't rightly know if my voice is good enough for one of your compositions, but if you wish it sung to her, I would do my best.

[He knows that he may be nothing more than a friend to Elizabeth. And that is fine. He is happy to just be around her, regardless. And around her daughter, as well.]

And we must write of the present in your case, I think. I myself have been attempting not to dwell upon things which sadden me as well.

[ she is fascinated by history and would love to hear this song of his sometime. but this is all about distraction and light-heartedness, and that is what she is going for here, too. ]

I think she would enjoy it very much if it comes from you, my lord.

[ his isn't her father and he is a bit old to be the sort of friend she'd confide in easily without some time to know him better. but that is fine, too. he is simply himself, a decent fellow. it cannot harm her mother nor herself to keep his company.

and he seems the happier for it, too. ]

Well time will tell, on that, methinks. We shall see when she wakes.

[He speaks with confidence, because he believes she will wake, without a doubt. And he is sure she will be happy that he and her daughter are becoming friends.]

When. [ she repeats the word, steadying herself. ]

Yes, we shall.

[ when. not if. right? right. ]

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