Drabbles: The Silmarillion, part 2 by Zdenka

Memory

Morgoth cannot steal Húrin's memories of the past. (Húrin; implied Húrin/Morwen)

There is mist here sometimes, among the black jagged rocks, and Húrin remembers Dor-lómin. He cannot close his eyes, or look away from what Morgoth wills him to see. But Morgoth cannot stop him from seeing also what his memory brings him.

He liked to go outside in the early morning, leaving the warmth of his bed where Morwen still slept, and watch the mist drifting in the hollows of the hills. The chill in the air was pleasant, and finally he would go back inside to the fire-warmed hall.

The cold has long settled into his bones. Húrin waits.

Chapter End Notes

Written for tolkien_weekly, for the prompt: "Signs of Autumn: mists"