From my window you would see the city of Caras Galadhon spread out before you and further, perhaps, on a clear day- you might see more of Lórien, my Golden Woods. For, as with all of Caras Galadhon, my home rests in the branches of a great Mallorn tree. You would awake to the soft sounds of the city beginning to stir, mingled with the ever-present song of the forest.