Ribbon-Cutting Instadrabbling by Anne Wolfe

Spring Elanor

Written during instadrabbling for the Silmarillion Writers' Guild Site Reopening Party, for the prompt of three photographs of plants in the woods.

There had been elanor in Valinor, but Galadriel had never paid them any mind. They were the heralds of the change from mild winter to sweet spring, yes— but that did not mean anything, so they were only ever children’s flowers, torn up by the dozen to make transient little crowns.

Arda’s winters were not mild, even in Laurelindórenan. So the first elanor had something to stand against, and all the last year’s dead leaves to overcome. And when Galadriel saw the flower, rising bravely out of the gray ground, she dared to think that she might do the same.