Source: post LotR
For the Torrent 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 drabbles, continuing the story of post-Galadriel Lothlórien...
The first new flets were in place – the first new dwellings completed. Not the same as those they had left behind; but comfortable and, importantly, weatherproof.
Celeborn was tired; muscles aching from unaccustomed labour as he had worked alongside his elves. Tired but hopeful; the Galadhrim around him seemed content, and the trees, so damaged by years of Evil, were full of welcome.
He thought, briefly, of the bed where he would only ever sleep alone, then shook himself, stripped quickly, and joined the others; thigh-deep in the dancing river as fresh rain cascaded down cleansing elves and forest alike.