The sun was high in the winters sky as Galdor leaned against his oak to take a small break. Even though the elf had been working on remaking his once home, theres was still much more to do. The herbal garden needed weeding, the blackberry bushes needed trimming, and a family of oppossums had moved into the elves bed chamber in the higher branches. The elf stared of into the distance as a cold northernly wind rustled the leaves above. From all the work he's already done, nothing seemed to calm the elf's troubled mind. The elf stood up and began to start on his garden yet again.