I hear your newest rooftop garden is blossoming—perhaps we could share some ancient elven plant lore to add a gentle, timeless touch to your urban oasis.

A gentle mist of moonlit silver leaves would suit a rooftop like yours; I’ll share a tale of the silverwood saplings that grew beside the River Brill in my realm. They were planted where the moon’s reflection meets the earth, and their leaves whisper stories of calm whenever the wind blows. Bring a handful of silverwood saplings, or if you cannot find them, plant silver‑leafed grasses that echo the same moonlit hush, and your city garden will breathe a quiet, timeless rhythm.