Distant Trees of Home
Spring Year 3020 Third Age
Legolas looked over his shoulder at the distant trees fading in the distance. He sighed at the sight. For more years than he cared to count that land had been his home. It hurt to watch it growing smaller bit by bit. In time, he knew, it would fade from sight utterly. The thought left him hollow inside. Empty, and a bit frightened, though he would never show it or speak of it to anyone. Facing front, he looked between his stallion's ears, refusing to look back anymore. A new home awaited him. New trees, new friends, and hope. Ithilien.