Dead leaves skitter aimlessly across walkways no longer kept swept, gathering in messy clumps at the base of overgrown shrubs that obstruct windows. Barren, untamed branches stretch toward a grey sky.
A library door stands ajar, disclosing a room filled with empty, lonesome shelves covered in a thick layer of dust. Nothing disturbs the powder on the marble floor - not a single sign indicates that anything living dwells here anymore.
Graceful pillars, carved balustrades, curved staircases, empty windows, darkened doorways; everything once elegant and serene stands forgotten, decaying.
Like a dying dream, Imladris fades from the memories of Men.