Come spring, his crown was made of flowers - a daisy crown would be entirely appropriate, and most welcome. He smiled at her logic - children could put things so simply, and so well.

"They can be," he acknowledged, "but they can be places of beauty and wonder as well. The forest of my home was Greenwood the Great before the coming of the Shadow. It is called Mirkwood now, or by some Taur-e-Ndaedelos, and much of its beauty has been obscured by darkness. I cannot cast a light bright enough to drive it wholly away." He seems a little sad at the admission. "Only one that is bright enough to cast one small net of protection, and of relative safety."