Source: post LotR
For the Gale challenge.
Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me, but are being used for amusement only, and all rights remain with the estate of JRR Tolkien.
Following on from the previous drabble...
The Galadhrim had either never known, or almost forgotten, the effect of a gale. Now they experienced it first-hand as Lord Celeborn cut a path through their midst as if an Elven whirlwind.
At first he dealt with the problem immediately at hand; the flames of the lightning-struck tree were extinguished, its neighbours’ small burns smothered, their worries soothed.
Then, the reek of smoke still in his nostrils, he looked around at his people and saw their sense of loss and being lost.
‘Take stock,’ he told himself, ‘see who is left who wishes to stay, and then… take charge.’