(Prompt 62: Spring)
Slowly, Elrond ambled through Celebrían's garden, touching a branch with young leaves here, caressing a flower nearing its bloom there.
So much beauty still to be found, he thought, years after its mistress went away.
Sometimes, he regretted the tempering influences Vilya had on the climate of his little haven.
Here, summer never really left, fading into a moderate version of autumn, only to bloom back into full spring and then summer again.
He missed the bleakness of winter, missed the barren lands renewing faithfully each year their promise of new life, with tiny buds of the first, lush growth.
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