Lothlorien in Winter


The night wind blew chill up the valley to meet them.  Before them a wide grey shadow loomed, and they heard an endless rustle of leaves like poplars in the breeze.  ‘Lothlorien!’ cried Legolas. ‘Lothlorien! We have come at last to the eaves of the golden wood. Alas that it is winter!’   Under the night the trees stood tall before them…In the dim light of the stars their stems were grey, and their quivering leaves a hint of fallow gold.