Prompt: an image of flowers growing in a denuded birch grove
Technically I suppose this is an AU drabble because I forgot until after I finished it that Galadriel left Beleriand before, not after, the destruction of Nargothrond.
First Age 500, Beleriand
The eaves of Brethil had been so scarred by the passage of Glaurung and Orcs that it seemed they would never recover. The blasted earth itself retained the marks of passage of the wyrm for several seasons, and Galadriel doubted her ability to ever heal it. At last she flung herself face-down into a shallow depression and focused her entire hröa harder than she ever had on cleansing the soil to encourage new growth. She felt the poisonous dirt respond beneath her and leapt up as a spray of pink flowers sprung from the restored earth to bloom beneath her.
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