April 6, 3019
Cool green light filtered down through new leaves, dappling the forest floor with spangles of sunlight.
Singed and bloodied, Thranduil halted in the midst of the forest, breathing the green scent of the trees. Great swathes of forest had been fouled and desecrated by the darkness that had seeped from Dol Guldur, and countless groves of oak, beech and ash ravaged by fire as battle raged under the trees – yet green glades like this still survived, untouched by shadow or flame.
The trees murmured their welcome as a stray gleam of sunlight peered through the branches, crowning him with gold.
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