Day 18

[laurefindil]

[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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[laurefindil]

Glorfindel laughed, clutching his stomach, due to how hard he did so. "Oh, yes, that...is exactly how youth are. Every single generation. And each one thinks they are the first."

[stealsyourheart]

Kaito sticks his tongue out at him.

"Yeah yeah, laugh it up, old man!"

[laurefindil]

Glorfindel did laugh. "Fair enough. I suppose I am old to you. Believe it or not, I do know Elves much, much older than me, who like to call me lad."

[stealsyourheart]

"Being immortal must occasionally suck like that." He grins. "Must be annoying!"

[laurefindil]

"It's the little things that do it actually. Like outliving your favorite shirt," Glorfindel said, grinning back.

[stealsyourheart]

He snorts, amused.

"Oh, that's true. Unless your stuff is as immortal as you are, it'd wear out eventually, right? Even your houses!"

[laurefindil]

"There is a reason my bed is held up by three saplings and a much older tree," Glorfindel said with a nod. "Very few items prove to be truly immortal."

[stealsyourheart]

He tips his head as he tries to imagine that.

"Wait, so your bed is in a tree?"

[laurefindil]

"Don't be silly. That would be in Lothlorien where they live in trees. My bed is made up of four slender trees that hold the mattress and supply a canopy over it," Glorfindel said.

[stealsyourheart]

"Actual treehouses?" His eyebrow shoots up. "And does that mean you have actual living trees... inside your house???"

[laurefindil]

"A house inside a tree, a tree inside a house, why is there a difference?" Glorfindel asked. "We are a part of nature, why would we close ourselves off from it?" That would be like trying to keep the animals and insects outside. Their buildings were built on an open air plan, with vast views of the waterfalls and valley below.

[stealsyourheart]

He squints.

"I dunno man. I kinda like my house to not have leaves to sweep all the time you know."

[laurefindil]

Glorfindel tilted his head to the side. "Why would you have leaves all over the floor?" he asked.

[stealsyourheart]

He blinks at him. "You've got trees inside. Trees drop leaves. Even when they aint deciduos."

[laurefindil]

"They tend to blow away with the wind," Glorfindel said.

[stealsyourheart]

"..............................do you... have walls."

[laurefindil]

"Imladris has a few, but mostly they're for privacy."

[stealsyourheart]

So. Confused.

"But... how do you keep the weather out?"

[laurefindil]

"Well, when it snows we do tend to draw the partitions closed. But the tree canopies and the roofs do protect us from the rain and snow that would fall on us from above."

"The Healing Halls have walls, though, if that helps. The injured are often more susceptible to the cold and the wind."

[stealsyourheart]

"Are you sure you live in houses and not in tents." He says slowly. "Because that is not what I think of when you say 'house'. "

[laurefindil]

"Tents are what you take when you go out into the field for battle. Our houses are far more permanent. It is peaceful and tranquil, as long as you are away from the training grounds, of course. And the kitchens. They can get a bit frantic right before a meal."

"We have arches, and pillars, and plants, and roofs. Do walls really define a home?" Glorfindel asked him. "Are your homes more like those in the walled cities? With enclosed living spaces with boxes inside of boxes? Don't those make you feel closed in? Like this train?"

[stealsyourheart]

"No???" He frowns. "Like. How else are you supposed to keep the weather out, if you don't have walls? Or other people, for that matter! Privacy and all that."

[laurefindil]

"We have fairly mild weather in Imladris," says the reason why. "But weather isn't something to fear. There are walls and glass and things for those areas that need them. Like the library."

He raised both eyebrows. "Isn't privacy a social construct?"

[stealsyourheart]

Arien wants her job back, Glorfindel. Also Erestor points out Vilya probably has a lot to do with it.

"Dude, humans get sick if we're exposed to the elements! Also like I don't really want people to watch me on the toilet, you know."

[laurefindil]

[Look, Vilya does a lot, yes, but I'm sure Glorfindel makes it easier!]

"Ah. Humans do tend to feel the cold more strongly, I have noticed," Glorfindel agreed. "And I did say we had some walls, did I not?"