CHARACTERS: Severus Snape, Princess Nuala, and you.
LOCATION: The Oxygen Gardens; the flets.
WARNINGS: Updates if necessary.
SUMMARY: Nuala has arranged for Severus to ward the women's flet against certain Dark Lords. Magic ensues.
NOTES: If you have no reason to get at the flet itself, feel free to find Nuala working on her sewing at the bottom of the tree; she will probably be down there to head Nuada off at the pass if he gets the wrong idea about a human male in the ladies' household.

The request is made in person, rather than through the network; she doesn't entirely trust it, particularly as something she's so unfamiliar with, and when the matter is one of safety...she had rather be prudent, all told. More than that, she'd rather be able to tell Nuada that she was so prudent, when (if) he takes issue with her actions.

Specifically, inviting Severus Snape to apply his warding prowess to the flet in which the ladies of their small community live. They've heard little stir of Morgoth or his ilk, but the weight of years and fear in her own brother's eyes haunts her and while she mightn't presume upon how he goes about protecting his king - would Thranduil tolerate such protection?she doesn't know, but she has a suspicion that Nuada might not like it terribly much - she doesn't see any harm in drawing on her own resources to look after those women she shares her new home with. Galadriel, Tauriel, Luthien-- Elizabeth, who is most breakable among them, and whose mortality she is acutely aware of. They weren't so far from mortals, then. She's not so unaware of the girl she's taken charge of.

Sitting in the grass with her ever-present sewing in her lap, at the bottom of the tree while they plot out ideas, she makes a face suddenly-- "Perhaps it wouldn't be entirely unwise to include some protection against fire."

Her brother, the diplomat.