Approaching Rivendell by Ysilme

Storm

Written for Akallabêth in August.

12. Storm

(Prompt 70 : Storm)

 Clouds chased the sky, wind rattled the shutters, trees danced a wild roundel in their colourful garb.
 
 Inside, Elrond warmed his hands over the fire, relishing in the warmth  and enjoying the absence of wood smoke permeating a dwelling without a  flue.
 
 After much labour and more than one setback, the main house was finally  habitable. This winter, they would have warmth and comfort, and live  again a more normal life with joy and merriment even when the weather is  at its worst.
 
 Storms, finally, were no longer a cause for unease or worry, but a delight in nature’s diversity.

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