Lothlorien

"Where the roof and floor is wove of gold and too is its pillar of silver. Ere the sun rose, the glinting forest of gold. When the sun fails and night awakes, it glows of pale gold in the moonlight. The clear water of Nimrodel and the music of its falls. The fair flowers of Elanor and Niphredil, you too have a place in my heart. I love thee very much, oh dear Lothlórien​."

There he was... standing tall under the golden leaves, his shadowy hair draping over his shoulders. 

There was a song of water and the elf stood still. From between the leaves in the sky, the Rammirath was shining and shedding its light on the elf's dark hair, breathing a luminious hue. 

It was late evening when Druda passed through the large gates of Caras Galadhon several days later than she had planed due to her stay with the Elven hunters in the Forest. The many lanterns and lamps were already lit and Elves were approaching the same gates from every direction. Many of them bowed as Druda passed and Druda replied with a polite nod of her head. With her pony safely stabled and bedded down Druda was led to her lodgings so that she could wash and change.