Elves

Lead by Alcartano, a group of elves approached the center of Caras Galadhon. And behold! Upon the mightiest Mallorn that towered the City of Light, there shone a silvern swan. A fountain it was, guiding clear streams of water into a pond that mirrored the stars.

"Here is the heart of Elvendom on earth, [...] and here my heart dwells ever, unless there be a light beyond the dark roads that we still must tread..."

Leaving the chambers of crafting, they step outside.

Night is falling, covering Caras Galadhon like a light, gentle cloak.

Annunghil of Hísilómë and Ráolor of Lothlann ascending the Telain Galadhrim

Alcartano, emissary of the Galadhrim and Annunghil the warrior waiting for their friends.

Eliriael, Vorongwë and Ráolor meeting at the gates of Caras Galadhon

"...The fairest of all the dwellings of the Firstborn. There are no trees like the trees of this land. For in the autumn their leaves fall not, but turn to gold. Not till the spring and the new green opens do they fall, and then the boughs are laden with yellow flowers; and the floor of the wood is golden, and golden is the roof, and its pillars are of silver, for the bark of the trees is smooth and grey."