Elves

In a garden kissed by dawn’s first light,
Where petals whisper secrets to the night,
There stands a maiden, pure and fair,
With snow-white tresses, soft and rare...

Members of Laurië Lassi perform beneath the golden canopy of mellyrn in Lothlórien

It had been an increasingly dark journey, as the Ranger at the High King's crossing had warned. Harsh land, and a constant sense of dread..of being watched from afar, and sometimes from less afar. Lithea and Tolbold had sung a few songs like they would in any Shire Inn, and told each other a few tales. Anything to bring to mind the fair lanes and fields of home. They had rarely lit any fires, their cloaks sufficing in keeping them warm as they headed East. 

Sabretooth of the sandy canyon

Members of Laurië Lassi perform amidst the winding tunnels of the Elf King's subterranean domain.

Members of Laurië Lassi enjoy the warmth of the hot spring in the grotto within Ost Galadh in Southern Mirkwood.

.... The day after, wearing cold weather clothes she went out and gathered enough snow to recreate her childhood snowelf. Now that many years passed and she had better skill to actually make a decent-looking one, she still decided to give it the same wobbly appearance of her first snowelf. And just like so many years ago, it greeted her outside the porch, until the warmer weather melted it away.