King Elessar's Peace

In springtime, the old man brought his grandson to see the White Tree. After one hundred years, it soared skyward, its branches embracing the sun. The blossoms rustled with a secret life.

“When my father fought in the War,” he said, “the Tree was dead. But after Sauron was destroyed, the King found a sapling in the mountains and planted it. Now our city is filled with laughter and gardens and schools of medicine, music, and astronomy. Instead of wielding a sword, you will make books on Master Falborn’s new printing press. Such are the blessings of King Elessar’s Peace.”