Morning Mist and Silver Sun by StarSpray

Resupply

for the insadrabble prompts: cold, sounds, bush, store

It was cold by the shores of Tarn Aeluin, with the wind coming off the water. The only sounds were far away birds—the cawing of carrion crows, the high scree of a hawk—and the lake lapping lazily against the stony shore. Beren dug into the ground beneath a clump of bushes, pausing often to look over his shoulder, before finally uncovering the store of food wrapped carefully in oilskin and left long before by his father's men.

He refilled the hole and departed, seeking other such hiding places and food-stores before turning his feet southward, toward the mountains.