Disclaimer: Tolkien's the genius, not me.
Wood shavings and stray pieces of bark crunched under Gil-galad’s feet as he walked, examining the lumber being prepared by both Edain and Laiquendi. It would then go to build homes and ships and other necessary things, while the wood not turned into lumber would be used for fuel.
Rebuilding was harder, perhaps, than anyone had expected it to be. They were a motley group, who had chosen to remain, united mostly by stubbornness and shared grief.
And hope. Morgoth was defeated; now they could build without fear of balrogs and dragons coming to destroy everything with fire and hatred.