from the Tolkien Weekly prompt, "woodland."
"It pains me," said Celeborn, counting the stars that poked through the canopy, "to know that I will never see my old friend again." It was still dark in Eryn Lasgalen, and though peace had finally conquered the south, it would be long decades before that reality would penetrate the heartwood.
"Yes," Thranduil said, looking at Celeborn directly, with strong eyes. "We Silvan have roots growing here as strong and deep as the oldest trees. We cannot leave. You will stay, though, and help recover the south, before you go?"
"Yes," said Celeborn, finally meeting Thranduil's eyes. "For a while."