Spring
Flowers sprung from rain damp soil as the bare, light feet of Lúthien passed. She leapt and spun beneath the ancient trees of Doriath. The sun shone with renewed warmth as frigid nights grew short.
Daeron watched the daughter of Thingol as his own fingers danced on the strings of his harp. His music was the rhythm and beat to which she swayed, and her nightingale voice – sweeter than honey and smoother than silk! – sang of life and green growth.
Spotted fawns watched the minstrel and the princess from shadowy brush, and all around Menegroth the Elves sang delighted songs.
Summer
In bright blue skies the sun shone hot, and in the fields grain grew golden, and fruits in the orchard swelled while meadow-flowers swayed in the breeze that carried their scent far and wide.
But beneath the trees it was dark and cool, and the air smelled fresh, perfumed with fresh soil. Birds nested and sang to the music of gurgling brooks…
And Treebeard sought his lovely Fimbrethil with her lovely golden hair, to extol the beauty of the forest and listen to her proclaim the loveliness of her garden, while they met in the meadows between, where Entings played.
Autumn
It was when the nights grew cold after warm, sunny days filled with red and golden leaves that fires were stoked and harps were brought out so that stories could be told to the rhythm of the waves on the shore. "Recount for us the glory of hidden Gondolin under Turgon's rule."
"Sing for valiant Glorfindel of the House of the Golden Flower."
"What was Menegroth like when Thingol and Melian reigned?"
"How did Beren snare the heart of Lúthien?"
Amid the falling leaves by River Sirion, Elves once of Doriath and Gondolin sang their bittersweet memories to the wind.
Winter
They came with the first snows, the Kinslayers and Jewel-seekers, to stain the fresh drifts red with the blood of those who had already lost too much.
She saw them from the nursery window, and recalled their faces from Doriath before she'd fled. Behind her, her sons huddled together, crying softly in their fright – sounds to break a mother's heart.
To flee again was her only option, to draw the Kinslayers away from Sirion, from her sons. She knelt swiftly and kissed her babies. "I love you. Be strong!" Her mother had said the same in Doriath.
Then she ran.