#4 Plants
A tall, dark-haired elf could be seen moving silently through the trees and bushes on the ground of the Last Homely House. Elrond, the lord of Imladris, walked through the garden which had once been in the care of his wife, his beloved Celebrían. Every so often he would stop to inhale the sweet scent of a rose in bloom or to gently brush off the moss which had grown in the cracks of the walls surrounding the garden that had been left, slightly neglected since the departure of his wife.
Almost a decade had passed since Celebrían had sailed and not a night would pass by Elrond didn't think of her, remembering her sitting for hours pulling weeds, tending to the plants or just spending time there, enjoying the peace it offered. He could even remember her laugh as they would sit together, watching their children running through the garden or hear her voice as she would teach first Elladan and Elrohir and later Arwen, the names of each of the flowers and their properties.
As he continued walking, sadness in his eyes, as he took in the disheveled appearance of the garden, he made a promise to his wife. He would restore these gardens to what they were in the days of old. To the way, it used to be when love and happiness blossomed here. To when his sweet Celebrían walked in these gardens. Their glory shall be seen once again for all to admire and enjoy. This I promise you, he vowed silently to his wife.
Closing his eyes a soft breeze blew, lifting his chin, allowing the wind to play with his hair, sending the dark tresses dancing around his face he could almost hear her voice laughing softly, like silver bells. "I miss you my rose, my Celebrían."