Aearwen's Little Bits - Transplant
This week's drabble is another unusual POV...
Gentle and reverent were the hands that lifted it from the shallow, rocky ground into which Yavanna had planted it.
Glad and sustaining were the songs that accompanied it down the mountain.
Still humming with a soft refrain of the one who came before was the ground at the very top of the white stone city.
Hopeful was the man who visited every day, bringing water and song and respect and gratitude as nourishment.
And so, on a day when even the very air vibrated with joy and renewal, the last scion of Nimloth brought forth its very first blossom.
Gentle and reverent were the hands that lifted it from the shallow, rocky ground into which Yavanna had planted it.
Glad and sustaining were the songs that accompanied it down the mountain.
Still humming with a soft refrain of the one who came before was the ground at the very top of the white stone city.
Hopeful was the man who visited every day, bringing water and song and respect and gratitude as nourishment.
And so, on a day when even the very air vibrated with joy and renewal, the last scion of Nimloth brought forth its very first blossom.