The idea of a peaceful life, of a rather quiet and unusual life, was a rather strange thing for Galadriel. It didn't matter how much work she had around Winterfell. She mostly finds herself enjoying the peace and quiet of the beautiful surroundings of the castle. Galadriel would sometimes just walk around the Wolfswood, or Barrowlands, looking and basking herself in the wonderful beauty of nature. It may seem strange, but when someone lives in a poster-war environment, where nuclear wasteland and toxicity were the norms, exploring a forest, or a riverbank, could become an incredible fun past-time.
And it has become Galadriel's favorite hobby. One of many she has obtained while being there.
"This is such a beautiful place."
Galadriel took a deep breath, just letting the morning breeze hit her cheeks. There, her thoughts wondered about where could his friend be at the moment. Are they alive? Would they be waiting for her somewhere? Or did they simply forget about Yggdrasil? Galadriel didn't know, and perhaps it was best if she never finds out the truth.
Galadriel, however, couldn't help but wonder what would ever happen to her future. What was her end game? Her purpose in this strange world? It was still uncertain. She didn't know. But what Galadriel knows was that. Her family was important, and she wanted them to prosper. That was her current drive. The current goal was to make the Stark family the greatest house in the world. And so far, Galadriel has made sure of it.
The last year has been filled with nothing but good news. The Barrowlands were slowly but surely producing wheat that would be necessary for the North to stop depending on the South's food. Her knowledge of agriculture was still minimal, but thanks to her old friend's knowledge left behind in books. Galadriel was slowly following the instruction to start fertile farms across the North. It would take a bit more for it to grow, but the seed was planted. Now, she only needs to wait.
"Since, this world has a weird season change. Those greenhouses would surely come in handy."
Galadriel muttered, as she slowly walked near the icy riverbank. Then there was the new Fever channel and the reconstruction of Moat Cailin that was soon to be finished. Galadriel smirked at the prospect of such an amazing structure being built with only the Northern hand. She wanted to laugh because of what her spies told her. Many in the South believed that such an enterprise would be doomed from the start. They all believed it would be nothing but a failure.
The northerners had no sense of how to do buildings. They are nothing but brutes!
A channel, miles long, connecting two seas?! Ha! Tell me a better joke!
Do those savages think they can do such a thing? What a bunch of bollocks!
Those were a few of many comments about the North vision. Galadriel would like to laugh at their faces when the channel was completed. It would be over sooner rather than later. Since Pandora's Actor and Galadriel have been cheating the system. Galadriel told Pandora's Actor that they should buff the workers with something minor. They were still experimenting with their abilities. They wanted to see what worked and what didn't work. Of course, they couldn't use items or stamina potions on each of the workers. But they could use powerful abilities to boost them. Only minor ones, just to see if they were usable on humans, and well, it worked wonderfully. Pandora's Actor used [Grand Stamina Sunlight] a Six-tier spell that cast large sunlight down upon allies and helped them restore stamina. The spell seemed more as if the skies were clear and golden light came down in form of snow.
It was clearly a rather strange view, but the workers thought it was summer days. Since the north had quite the climate. All gloomy and cold most of the time. They thought it was just a good day of summer where they could see the sun in all its glory. And they saw that many times. Galadriel was pleased those spells worked because they made the work so much easier for them. She visited them a few times, just to see how they were doing, to see how much did the spell affected them and she was surprised.
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The White Wolf of Winterfell
FantasyThe leader of the famous guild, Ainz Ooal Gown is now reborn in another world. Now as the daughter of Lord Rickard Stark. She must travel the Seven Kingdoms in times of uncertainty, and her presence would defiantly bring the attention of many people...