Once upon a time, this valley was green and fertile. Centuries of ash and smoke had turned it into a wasteland that now bore the scars of Orodruin's death throes.
And yet, here and there, hardy plants more stubborn than the Dark Lord himself still clung to life. Yavanna bent and watered each with a blessing, and watched them one by one lift their faces to the now-clear skies.
She would have to send Radagast to bring more seed to restore the land. The Secondborn would never have to know that she'd come to make sure the valley flourished again.