Disclaimer: Tolkien scorched the world, we try to brighten it up. Sometimes.
Author's Note: For the 'sweet' challenge. Another old lost draft posted on tolkien100. Drabbles about sweet things needn't all be sweet and soppy.
It had known sunlight once, this land. And green: a thousand shades of green; before black smoke had choked it. Soot clogs the very pores of this place. Bows once verdant are dark, twisted things. Life-giving earth is turned to ash. The sky once was blue, but cannot now recall that hue; only sickly, smog-filled grey. Streams, once sweet and cool, run hot with poison: flowing, stinking death made liquid. Other streams run also, red and viscous: the very rock here burns, as if to cleanse the horror from this charnel house. No fire could make this land clean again.