The City Of Light

„Time does not tarry ever, […] but change and growth is not in all things and places alike.
For the Elves the world moves, and it moves both very swift and very slow.


Swift, because they themselves change little, and all else fleets by: it is a grief to them.
Slow, because they do not count the running years, not for themselves.


The passing seasons are but ripples ever repeated in the long long stream.
Yet beneath the Sun all things must wear to an end at last.


But the wearing is slow in Lórien; […] the power of the Lady is on it.
Rich are the hours, though short they seem, in Caras Galadhon.“

                                                                          from: JRR Tolkien, the Fellowship of the Ring


Some of the elves that had left Imladris and have arrived at the Golden Woods assemble to take a walk in Caras Galadhon, city of the trees.
Led by Alcartano, emissary of the Galadhrim and skilled smith, they take the winding paths that lead to numerous Telain.
There is Eliriael of Gondolin that once stood, healer of wounds and sorrows. White is her raiment as she walks as if being lighter than air.
Next to her Vorongwe can be seen, who’s eyes have witnessed the splendour of  Vinyamar upon the slopes of Mount Taras. Clad in white plate armour, he touches each archway they pass with his hand, as if saluting their surpassing beauty.
Alcartano of Lórien, with broad shoulders and heavy hands, wearing ornate armour in the colours of the Golden Woods leads them onward until they reach a great stairway, ascending into the heights of Caras Galadhon.
As they walk, it seems as if the city of light sinks slowly to the ground, and the rays of the sun breaking through the leaves fill the air with profound gold and silver.
Without haste there goes Annunghil of Hithlum, a warrior of the Noldor to the core, and the deep blue of his wide cloak mingles with the grey bark of the Mellyrn.
Ráolor of Lothlann is the last one ascending the golden stair, in raiment red as dying fire he beholds in wonder the city of the Galadhrim, seemingly floating through the air and still built upon towering trees.
Soon they have reached the greatest of the Telain within Caras Galadhon, a complex called Telain Galadhrim. Many houses are built between the great branches, and their lights shine under a roof of leaves.


To the chambers of crafting they ascend later on, led by Alcartano the smith, and he shows them the forge.
Many weapons and fine armour are being made there, for the Galadhrim are not unprepared for the threat that lingers at the opposite side of the Anduin.
Ropes and leather and provisions are prepared without cease, and the carpenters and smiths and weavers are at work, ever busy with numerous tasks.
As they speak, they recall the shipwrights of Egladil and the scouts of Nimrodel and the provisioners of Imlad Lalaith and the vintners in the vineyards of Lórien.
The Golden Wood has called for aid, and help has arrived.   

But only few of the Eldalië have answered the call of the Galadhrim.

Will this suffice?
Will Lórien prevail in the struggle against Dol Guldur, or will it fall into the hands of the dark lord’s minions?

Will timeless beauty endure or it is doomed to fail in a world that has grown perilous and dark?







[Notes and Translations:

Galadhrim - the Tree People, mostly Silvan Elves, inhabiting Lórien (Sindarin)

Talan / pl.Telain - Flet, platform built in the trees by the Elves of Lórien (Sindarin)

Mallorn / pl.Mellyrn - a kind of a large tree growing in Valinor, Númenór of old and Lórien

Vinyamar - "New Dwelling" (Quenya). City built by Turgon in Nevrast, western Beleriand. It was perched upon high terraces that looked towards the sea. By the time of this story, Vinyamar was already abandoned by Turgon who went to Gondolin with his folk

Hithlum - "Mist-Shadow" (North Sindarin). A region in northwest Beleriand, near the Helcaraxë.

Egladil - "Elven-point" (Sindarin). The most populated part of the country

Imlad Lalaith - "Valley of laughter" (Sindarin). The place near the Anduin where great feasts were held

Nimrodel - a river at the borders of Lórien. Name derived from the famous wood-elf maiden

Eldalië - "Elven-folk" (Quenya)]