Lothlorien

While passing beneath the golden boughs, ​Makanárë cannot help but remember flashes of memory - another forest, protected by different and yet no lesser enchantment that this one, and the drawing of steel beneath the ancient boughs. She knows Ráolor too is not free of this burden  - for who cannot escape from such an event without scars?

"We should still be careful. We still do not know what they think about our ... past." 

The company of elves, led by Alcartano, an emissary of the Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn, next to a bridge that leads towards Caras Galadhon.

Although most part of the City of Trees is still hidden behind the many Mellyrn, a great light may be perceived from afar.

With the first sight of the golden mallorn-trees, Makanárë feels that the land they are about to enter will be different from any she has ever encountered before.

Skyrim belongs to Bethesda, and mods to their owners on the Nexus.

One of those rare moments; everything was perfect. What more can one ask than a quiet stream flowing by, the rusting branches, the occasional song in the air, and a maid picking Mellyrn leaves from the water?

Well, there probably have been better moments...though this would suffice for a good long while.

"Whatever project might you be need those for this time?"

"Is it...wrong to share some of our treasures with others?"

"No..."

"I by no means am responsible for a full grown elf acting childish."

"Come now, tampering with one of the great roots will do no harm to the lord and lady's house in the canopy!"

"Tamper...I am not responsible for that either."

"The breeze is so lovely up here though..."

"It is even better up higher in the places meant to be at such heights."