La scène se passe à Númenor. Elendil cherche son fils Herendil.
(Je vous préviens, c'est assez long mais je ne pouvais pas couper davantage car tout ce passage concerne le lavaralda) :
"[...] He came at length to the great hedge of lavaralda that fenced the garden at its lower, western end. It was a familiar sight, though the years could not dim its beauty. It was seven twelves of years* or more since he had planted it himself when planning his garden before his marriage; and he had blessed his good fortune. For the seeds had come from Eressëa far westward, whence ships came seldom already in those days, and now they came no more. But the spirit of that blessed land and its fair people remained still in the trees that had grown from those seeds: their long green leaves were golden on the undersides, and as a breeze off the water stirred them they whispered with a sound of many soft voices, and glistened like sunbeams on rippling waves. The flowers were pale with a yellow flush, and laid thickly on the branches like a sunlit snow; and their odour filled all the lower garden, faint but clear. Mariners in the old days said that the scent of lavaralda could be felt on the air long ere the land of Eressëa could be seen, and that it brought a desire of rest and great content. He had seen the trees in flower day after day, for they rested from flowering only at rare intervals. But now, suddenly, as he passed, the scent struck him with a keen flagrance, at once known and utterly strange. He seemed for a moment never to have smelled it before: it pierced the troubles of his mind, bewildering, bringing no familiar content, but a new disquiet.
[...] He passed under an arch of shining leaves [...]."
* Il s'agit d'un décompte d'années selon un système duodécimal.
Finrod, qui espère ne pas vous avoir trop ennuyés ;-)