Morning Mist and Silver Sun by StarSpray

Through the Mountains

for the instadrabble prompts: clash, wind, rough, dim

The wind howled around them as they huddled together against the mountainside. The stone was smooth beneath Eärendil hands, worn by years of wind and rain and snow. Not so were the boulders that dislodged in the storm to tumble around them, the sound like thunder or the clash of armies coming together in battle.

In the dim twilight beneath the gathering clouds, Tuor pulled him close, beneath his cloak. The wool was rough and scratchy, but warm. Eärendil curled up and closed his eyes. When he fell asleep, he dreamed that he was a ship being tossed by storm-waves.