They Went in Haste by Dawn Felagund

North

Prompt: bleak, snow, scurry, breath

Fingon visits Maedhros during the first snowstorm after the Battle of Sudden Flame. Implied Maedhros/Fingon.

A bleak rampart resolved briefly from the whirling snow. I turned to the north, turned to you.

The snow closed again upon the rampart—you—but I pushed into it until I reached your ice-stiffened furs. You stared across the Anfauglith at scurrying eddies of snow, watching for an intimation of movement, of flame, upon the towers to the north.

Your hands clutched the stone, were iced there, cracked when I broke one free. Eyes once bright as Telperion, now silver like ice, kept their watch. I blew warmth into your hand with my breath.

The fingers softened. A little.