Aeärwen's Little Bits - 7. Distraction
It was the end of a job well done.
The trees stood tall, their leaves green and vibrant; the grass a thick carpet stretching out in all directions, littered with elanor, niphrodel and alfirin like small gems scattered on the floor. The small stream ran a refreshing cold on a warm summer day.
Ithilien had been once known as Gondor's Garden - and it was becoming that once more. Legolas brushed his hands together and straightened to enjoy the fruits of his labors for the past fifty years.
And yet...
He listened carefully and frowned.
Was that a gull's cry?