Morning Mist and Silver Sun by StarSpray

Up the Withy-Path

for the instadrabble prompts: seedling, last, rekindle, shadow

Eldest had watched more nuts grow to seedlings to towering trees than there were words for numbers, had counted even more raindrops, watched the world be shaped and reshaped, broken and mended, seen the Children come and go east and west. Towers built, knocked over, crumbled.

He’d watched the Shadows grow and recede, always, when the light proved stronger. This last Shadow, though, that might take all…

But hope could always be rekindled even from the smallest ember, and he laughed and danced when old Gandalf finally came up the winding withy-path to tell him and Goldberry all about it.