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Day 18

[Greenhouse]

Glorfindel has been spending a lot of time in the garden, what those on the train called the greenhouse. His flowers were already starting to push up through the dirt, which he was encouraging with his light. He was also singing some songs from his old home, back when Ecthelion kept making up songs for every occasion and then getting them stuck in everyone's heads.

If anyone else is growing something in the greenhouse, it is thriving by association.

He is singing softly to his flowers as he waters them, the room is suspiciously bright.

[Cabin](For roommates to walk in on him if you want to!)
Glorfindel frowned at his bed. It was...functional, but lacked interest. If he was going to spend time here, he wanted to personalize his space more. He knew there was fabric available somewhere on the train. He wondered where he could get his hands on some, and if they had any greens and yellows, if there were sewing kits available, and what his roommates would think of custom curtains.

[Hallway]

Glorfindel stepped out into the hall, glancing out the windows at the colorful display outside. He was on a mission to find a sewing kit. He wondered where to start looking.

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WangJi was still exploring the train. Even though he had been here for a bit, it was still very new to him. He was also spending the day going through the arrangements for his wedding tomorrow in his head to make sure that everything had been taken care of.

He ended up at the greenhouse as he walked the train, only partially deep in thought. He stepped inside, glancing around before his gaze settled on the person who was working with some of the plants.

"Good afternoon."

Glorfindel looked up and started. "Hello, is it afternoon?" The person in front of him almost looked like the human version of one of his oldest friends. It took his eyes a moment to accustom themselves.

"It is. Not long past midday. I apologize if I am interrupting."

He had merely come in looking. If he had been busy, he didn't want to keep him from anything that he had been working on.

Glorfindel shook his head, his blond hair, held back with thin braids, flicking about as he did so. "I am gardening. It is not something that takes up my mind, only my hands. Is there anything I can help you with?" He hadn't been on the train long, but this car he'd gotten to know quite well.

"Nothing I needed. I find myself walking as I try to make sure everything is prepared for tomorrow in my head and I ended up here."

He moved to look at the plants. He was not a gardener in the least. He could recognize some of course from necessity and from being outside as often as he was. He raised rabbits more than growing plants.

"What sort of plants are you growing?"

"Meditative strolling," Glorfindel nodded, "I am a fan of that myself. Though back home you did have to maintain a certain level of awareness lest you bump into someone else doing the same."

"These are golden flowers, similar to the ones back home that gave my House its name," Glorfindel said. He picked up the packet and showed the other the picture on it.

"If you need anyone to speak to, who will not try to remind you of tasks you have left off, mine are fresh ears and I have no vested interests in your plans," he offered.

"Yes, walking into someone while thinking is not the way to do it. Here you still have to ensure that, but you can traverse much in just a straight line."

He found a spot where he would be able to kneel so that he could look at the flowers that were growing. "Those... are beautiful. We had no such gold flowers in my world."

They would probably be highly sought after by many.

"I am getting married tomorrow so I was ensuring that I have everything prepared for it."

"Ah! I have heard of this event," Glorfindel said. "Congratulations on your blessed day, and I hope the two of you have a long and prosperous marriage together."

He looked down at the plants growing. "I hope people enjoy them. It is something that means a lot to me, and I appreciate the opportunity to share it with everyone."

"Thank you. I hope we will as well. We have apparently married where Wei Ying is from, but we have not to me. So he wanted to do so."

He looked back at the plants as well. "I hope they do as well. These would be prized in my world. Gold colors are seen as good luck and a symbol of wealth."

"You come from two different times? Ah, like the others from my world and I were. Though I am not as close to them as you are to Wei Ying. They are immediate family to one another, though."

He smiled at the description of his flowers as being lucky and valued. "Then you should have some at your wedding tomorrow. How would you like them? In a pot, or as a cut bouquet?" he asked.

"We do. I don't believe the times are so different from what he has told me, but it is enough that he is married and I am not. Where I am from, we have recently acknowledged our feelings publicly."

At the suggestion that they could have some at their wedding, WangJi looked visibly surprised, but it really was in a good way. He clasped his hands and bowed. "I would appreciate that very much. Thank you. Perhaps... in a pot, so we do not remove them from their beauty from this world just for our wedding."

"Thank Iluvatar for that," Glorfindel said. "If you were from a time prior to that, imagine how devastated he would be. Having you, then in effect losing you because you weren't at that place yet." He smiled again. "And yet, here you both are, and able to celebrate again, well, for him."

"A pot it will be then. I approve. While drying them out does not remove their usefulness, they retain their aroma and potency when fresh." He wondered where he could get a suitable pot.

"He has already lost me once. Apparently I was on the train previously and then disappeared. But I am here again now, though I do not remember my previous stay."

"Thank you. It is most kind. I'm sure Wei Ying will appreciate it as well."

Glorfindel frowned. "How awful for him. And for you that you do not remember so much that was shared between you. But...you are together now, again. And you seem to be making the most of it." He smiled at that.

"It is my pleasure. Ah, if you decide to keep the flowers in your cabin, do be aware they have a calming effect on bad dreams. It is not in any way narcotic, simply they promote healing of the body and spirit."

"Others have said how sad he was when they arrived as I had left not long before. But we are together now and I don't intend to leave him." So yes, he was making the most of it.

"That is a good thing to know about them. A wonderful benefit." If only they'd had that when WuXian had first started to practice the other path. It might have helped him.

Gorfindel wished he had what these two did, though, not exactly the same, of course. One had to make their own happiness, and he was sure that this was not the only obstacle they'd had to overcome.

"If there is anything else I can do, or offer?" he asked. A flower seemed like an insignificant gift for such an occasion.

No one should have to go through obstacles that WangJi had had to in order to end up with his fated one. He had lost him, seemingly permanently only to get him back over a decade later. He wouldn't wish that on anyone.

A flower might seem insignificant, but to WangJi, that was a very nice gesture. First, it was a good symbol just from its colors, but it also had healing properties. That was something special in his opinion.

"I think that is good. Wei Ying will surely like it as well."

"All right then," Glorfindel said. "I wish there was a potter's wheel on this train so I might at least offer you a nice pot. I am far from a professional, but I did spend a couple of decades practising, when Lady Celebrian was trying to convince her husband Elrond that he needed a hobby."

He laughed suddenly. "They too are together again, now. What a happy thought."

"You practiced pottery? That is a good skill." Not one that WangJi had ever had to practice given his station and profession as a cultivator, but he wouldn't take their work for granted.

"That is nice. Everyone deserves to find their fated one."

"Practiced is the right word for it," Glorfindel said. "I'm nowhere near professional quality, of course. My path lay towards the sword and protection. But it made a nice change from hunting Orcs and keeping watch for Darkness encroaching."

"If they have one." Glorfindel sometimes wondered about that.

"Mine also lays towards the sword and protecting others. I do find respite in playing my guqin." He could also fight with it as well. "It was never my place to make something like pottery, but if I had to, I would learn."

Gusu Lan stressed learning. If all came to naught, WangJi would learn something new like that.

"I wondered too until I found Wei Ying." Again.

"You play a musical instrument?" Glorfindel was suddenly very interested. "I've not heard of it, what is it like? How is it played?" The Greenhouse car was eerily silent and he felt it could benefit a great deal from music.

"If I may ask, how did you know he was the one?" Glorfindel asked.

"I do." There's a pause as WangJi produces a small bag from his robes. It shouldn't look like it is big enough to hold anything except coins... except that it apparently is as WangJi produced his guqin from inside of it, settling it on his lap.

"It is a seven-stringed instrument. You can change the tones based on where you have your fingers when you play it."

With that, he played a few notes on the instrument. At the question, he paused, putting his hands over the strings to silence it.

"I have known I have had feelings for him for a long time. But we were not connected. In his first life, I was never able to tell him how I felt and the attempts I did make were not understood. In his second life, we understand each other much better."

The instrument was absolutely beautiful, as was the sound it produced. Glorfindel was not fooled into thinking it was simply the guquin, however. If it were in his hands, it would not make such hauntingly beautiful sounds.

A new instrument, one he'd never seen before. Though he was a warrior, not a bard, his fingers itched to try it. "It is beautiful. I...do you ever give lessons?" He asked.

He laughed a little at that. "I can definitely agree that dying can bring clarity of mind necessary for clearer understanding. Though it must have been hard on you; I am not qualified to say if it was for the best or not."

It probably would not given that it was a spiritual instrument and he used his spiritual energy when he was playing it. But it was still a musical instrument and it wouldn't be hard to show to others.

"I have taught my son and other juniors of our sect. I have not offered any here, but if you are willing to learn, I will teach you."

"Yes, death does bring a different perspective. It was a long thirteen years without him. In a way... it was better for the cultivation world when it became so broken, but it was not for the best."

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