For the tolkien_weekly "Season of Gifts: Bright Future" challenge.
Legolas rises from his knees in the Third Circle's new gardens, smiling. A bird flutters down to his shoulder, chirruping at Gimli.
"Nay – listening! These lilacs like the soil here; next summer their scent will spill through the whole Circle. And your stonework?"
The Dwarf grunts. "Getting there. We'll have the wall around the Second rebuilt before the frosts. After we're gone, Gondor will long remember what Elves and Dwarves wrought for her."
They exchange nods of satisfaction, and walk out beneath a blue sky into the White City's bright future.